Mally is not a water dog.
She will not get in the water.
She does not swim.
She does not like anyone else in the water either.
But she will get her feet wet.
Just up to her ankles.
Then she'll jump out and immediately shake off.
And she looks around like she's really proud of herself for getting so wet.
We knew taking her to the beach would be...interesting.
The beach was nearly empty (no other dogs) and there was no leash law, so she was on her own to explore.
So we let her.
And she's off!
Whoa, look at all this water!
No leash! I'm free!
Phew, it's hot.
Maybe I should get my feet wet.
And get a drink.
I don't know what you guys were worried about, this is simple enough.
Whoa, that water just came at me.
Ahhh! Too wet! Too wet!
Tastes funny too.
It's not so bad, as long as it stays where it's supposed to.
Damn it. I'm all wet again.
Maybe I'll just hang out back here.
Oh yeah, this is nice.
I could get used to this.
Ok, enough of that.
I got places to go and birds to chase.
Waves to watch and people to pet me!
I love the beach.
I'm staying here forever.
See you guys later.
I'm a beach dog now.