Memorial Day was a day of such incredible beauty and clarity that we all headed to the beach for a morning walk (Mom is big on that sort of thing). Since there is always a beach no more than five minutes from anyplace on the Cape, our journey was short. The problem for Lizzie and me is we get hung up on the scents in the parking lot and that delays our actually walking on the beach. Mom has no idea how intoxicating these smells are and so she tugged and encouraged us to move along. I know she wouldn’t be so impatient if she fully understood their complexity and bouquet. For a pug, it doesn’t get any better.
The beach itself is wondrous: dried seaweed, empty shells, dead sea creatures, and of course the ubiquitous markings of earlier dogs. It is a veritable cornucopia of tantalizing treats! The day was quite warm but we trotted along eagerly, our noses twitching wildly with each new scent that wafted in the breeze. Being a veteran of beach walks, I know how to enter the water for that vital cooling of the undercarriage. Lizzie, however, isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and so she just stood at the water’s edge panting. One would think that basic animal instinct would have been enough to compel her into the ocean; but no, Lizzie walked to the edge and drank! Salt water tastes terrible and is not good for man or dog to consume. Usually one drink is enough to imprint that impression in a dog’s brain. Lizzie, though, made numerous trips for a drink as we walked the beach. I could only stand and stare in amazement. How stupid can one little pug be? She hated the taste but somehow thought it might improve further down the beach. I was embarrassed for her, but also secretly I enjoyed her display of idiocy. I hope Mom noted the difference between Lizzie and me.
I was exhausted from this outing but at least my stomach wasn’t upset.