My humans went to the beach and took me. It was a huge, extreme, hyper-wagish, wonderful amount of fun. And all us dogs had a magnificent time!
A barking good time.
A running and splashing good time. A tennis-ball chasing and retrieving good time.
The humans, strangely, were afraid to go in the water because they said it was “too cold.”
What a bunch of weaklings!
Once again, it just proves the superiority of our species–because we come with a perfect fur coat as standard equipment! We weren’t cold. Not at all!
Not that I’m bragging, of course. I’m just sayin.’
What could be better or more fun than a day or a weekend at the beach?
(Well, OK. I think living at the beach would be better.)
I’m pretty sure the humans had a good time, though they didn’t romp and run, and they sure didn’t go into the water. But they seemed to be having fun (though with humans it can be hard to tell since they can’t wag and their smiles may not be true).
Now I wish they would tell me why we had to come back to the city. Maybe they’re wondering that, too.
Actually, I think they are.
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