A few weeks ago, we went on a road trip to San Diego. It was a nice, quick but relaxing getaway and I'll be back with a few more pics from the rest of our time there. But this is about the day we decided to take the pup to see the ocean. Lots of sand to dig in, water (water!) and room to run seemed like it was his idea of a good time. He's a huge water dog, but we weren't exactly sure how he'd react - scared of the waves, unsure of all the other dogs, excited for all the water, could he swim? How would he behave off leash?
All our concerns were for naught. He looooved the water, we even had to call him in a few times because he was going for it and we're still not sure if he can swim (and the ocean in March didn't seem like a good time to test that). I wore some rain boots so I could get in the water without getting too wet so we both ran around for a while. Fleury spent his time trying to bite the waves and pop little seaweed bulbs in his mouth. He'd inevitably lose them in the surf and stick his head back in after them, blowing bubbles in the water with his nose.
He even did well on his recall and other commands, which I have to tell you, kind of shocked me. Another dog was playing fetch and we gave a stern "leave it" and then a "come" and I was close to passing out when he actually listened. And before everyone thinks I'll get a big head from having such a well behaved dog, don't worry....I swear it was a fluke because we never get that kind of obedience at home.
But he really, really loved it. We came home and are searching for a hard sided plastic pool. I know, a poor substitute, but we live in the desert so we'll have to make do.