Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-05-30 4:04 PM
The Ocean Can Be Very Loud.
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Today the People take me on a long Ride-See to where the air smells salty and fishy, and they call it ocean. I’ve been here before. The sand is hot on my pads. There are Little People playing with buckets and sticks and running into the water. I do not follow them. I do not like my pads to get wet. I’m on leash, but I would walk close by whether leashed or not. The ocean is not among my favorite places. The ocean can be very loud. This ocean where they take me is not as loud as some I have seen, but I still don’t like my pads to get wet in case I need them to cover my ears.
We walk for a very long time. I meet lots of other dogs, none of them on leash. They run up to greet me and have a sniff, and I sniff them, too, and we wag tails, and some want to play. Aussie wants me to chase a ball into the ocean with her. I just watch from the shore. Balls are not my thing. Pug Mix shows me how she jumps up when her People hold out a treat. My People don’t carry treats in their pockets. I hope they are picking up some pointers. Poodle, Black Standard is hock-deep in the surf with a ball in his mouth. He drops it as I walk by and invites me to play. What is it with these ocean dogs and balls? I speed past him. I am glad my own Poodle does not care for balls or the games that go with them.
On the way home, we stop for a coffee, and the People offer me some water. I am exhausted and cannot bring myself to take a drink. I flatten out on the towel on the back seat and close my eyes. In my dreams, I am tossing a ball far out into the ocean, and each time I do, Labrador fetches it back to me.
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