Saturday morning, we woke up, ate breakfast and headed out to the beach with Tuxley. The Tide was out and we hadn’t even reached the water’s edge before the adventure had a snaffoo. Tuxley went running through what he though was a little puddle…turns out, it was an eighteen inch deep Tide Pool. Dachshund went running in, sank, and came flying out the other side without ever slowing down. Boy was he pissed. The wind was blowing loose sand around and in seconds we had a wet, cold, sand-covered, miserable Doxie, who was ready to go home. I picked him up, and we walked back to camp. Beach Excursion 1 turned out to be a total failure. Tuxley was DONE!
Later that afternoon, after he had dried off, we coaxed the reluctant doxie back out onto the beach for a walk with Lobstermom and Bentley the Beagle. That walked turned out much better. Tuxley didn’t mind the beach as long as he wasn’t in the loose blowing sand, near the water, or anywhere other than the five feet of acceptable packed wet sand.
shaking off the tide pool water
pissed dog face
oh hells no! get me away from that terrible wet stuff!!
that was awful!
I never want to go back
playing with Bentley
the wind was blowing his tail fur…so cute!
now this isn’t too bad…i guess
wading across a creek
After beach walks, the Doxie needs lots of blankets and a heater to warm up
freezing cold little Doxie. He was shivering so badly.
Mom, don’t make me go out there again. I want to go home. Camping is just not for this city dog.
Overall, after the first horrifying initial walk, Tuxley got over his reserve and seemed to enjoy himself on the beach. I have one more post to do of some more beach pictures, and then I am pretty much done with Oregon pictures and we can move on to other topics.