Hi, this is Bonnie.
Dad said I could use this space, even if it has nothing to do with bicycles.
He said he owns it, so we can do anything with it we want. “Hell, why not,” he said.
He’s like that!
Hello everyone, this is Bonnie again. Boy, do I have a lot to tell you today, because, guess what? We went to the ocean.
So Dad said that I would like the ocean. And he said it’s just all water. A lot of water. More water than I would ever know. So I said (to myself, primarily), OK, show me the ocean.
And so that’s where we went today.
Oh My Doggy God…
It’s more water than I have ever seen in my entire life (and, mind you, I am from Puerto Rico, a little bit of land in a lot of ocean…)
Oh My Dear Heavenly Dog…
I looked left, right, front, and back, and everywhere it’ s water. And the first thing Dad said was, “Get in it, it’s just water.”
To be honest with you, I was kind of scared. You see, I think the water wanted to say Hello to me, so it came up and touched my feet. So I said Hello back; but then it ran away… So I ran after it, but then there was no more ground. (You see, we dogs like to have firm grounds under our feet.) So I ran back to Dad, who told me to “Get in the water, you chicken [that bad word]!” (Just so you know, Dad, calling me that bad word is certainly most unacceptable, but calling me a chicken is just the ultimate insult! Your mom didn’t let you watch “Lassie” when you were little? We have a history here!)
(You see, I think my Dad has it all figured out, this ocean, water, and me. He said I have web feet–which I do–and can swim like a fish. And then, he made this 10-yard leash that should allow me to run like a dog; which I appreciate. And he said that–with it on–if I start drowning, that he could reel me in like a fish, no worries. And that’s just my Dad, got the world all figured out and written down like a cake recipe.)
What Dad did not realize was that I was afraid of the ocean. You see, everytime it tried to touch my feet, it also made this noise I had never heard before; sort of a swishy sound. And then it wrapped itself around my feet, like it wanted to take me with it.
(I in fact fell in it once, and all Dad did was laugh and asked “You OK?”)
So, if it’s all the same to you, Dad, I would just play “tag” with it. For now. And really, it was fun! See, when it wanted to touch me, I’d run away. Then, when it ran away, I’d go after it. And then we would just do it all over again. And we just had a grand old time. I even stomped my feet in it and made it splash.
We’ll just save the real adventures for later, OK, Dad?
So after a fun morning, we went to a place called the “Shanty”. We have been coming there for the past few days, starting with when I met my human sister. Dad likes to come back there because I can go with him. And plus, the people there are really nice. See, there’s this lady that gives us food and drinks, she also has a puppy my age, a Beagle; his name is “‘Bama” (as in the state, not the president). I met ‘Bama last night, and we jumped all over each other and sniffed crotch and just had a good time.
(Side note here, but you humans should try this jumping/crotch sniffing thing. It works for us dogs, and it may make your world a more friendly place. Try it.)
And the lady is really sweet to me, too. She gave me a big tub of ice cubes, which I like to chew on and push around on the wooden deck. She kept saying how pretty I am; then scratched my neck. And I could tell she is a genuine “dog” person; it’s just something about her touch, you know? “Dog” people are just special that way!
(By the by, but I think my Dad likes to come there also because the lady has a real pretty smile. I mean, I am a girl, and even I think it’s pretty. Dad in fact said something about her having “eyes that smile”. OK, Dad!)
So that’s another fun day for this puppy, and now I think I am ready for bed. (In fact, I slept all the way home from the ocean.) We have to go back home pretty early tomorrow morning, so bed is a good idea.
So good night and love to all, and I will write again very soon.