Dog Days at the Beach
Jul. 15th, 2006 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
furtechIn order to escape the heat today Zor, Rondo and I fled to Venice and the cooler ocean temps. The temperature differential between here in the Valley and Venice was about 30 degrees: 107f here and about 77f at the beach. The difference is even greater for Roz: probably 40+ degrees! And we're only talking about a physical difference of about 10 miles!
There were crowds (and no parking) , but it was MUCH cooler. And the grass was oddly vacant (good for us, tho'). New dog regulations meant that I had to keep Rondo to the bike paths and off the crowded boardwalk (which Rondo probably appreciated).
This was Rondo's first time at the beach (AFAIK) . He was a little anxious about the crowds and vexed that he was on-leash the whole time, but seemed to enjoyed the passing spectacle. Here's Rondo at famous Muscle Beach.
We stopped for lunch/snax and I got der hund a plotz of roast beef as a treat (for being good):
We had to wait while Roz and Scott explored the fishing pier (no dogs allowed). Rondo was a keen observer of the parade of humanity passing by...
There was a WTF-piece of art on the way to the beach. I mean-- what IS this thing? It looks like a butt being prepared for an enema or hamster.
Here's proof that any piece of crappy art can be improved with the inclusion of a cute dog.
Tho' even Rondo wanted to get away from it...
Rondo slept like a little kid on the way back-- completely out. And the Valley was still broiling on our return. So a good excursion all-told (especially if the NastyDog I ate doesn't kill me).
There were crowds (and no parking) , but it was MUCH cooler. And the grass was oddly vacant (good for us, tho'). New dog regulations meant that I had to keep Rondo to the bike paths and off the crowded boardwalk (which Rondo probably appreciated).
This was Rondo's first time at the beach (AFAIK) . He was a little anxious about the crowds and vexed that he was on-leash the whole time, but seemed to enjoyed the passing spectacle. Here's Rondo at famous Muscle Beach.
We stopped for lunch/snax and I got der hund a plotz of roast beef as a treat (for being good):
We had to wait while Roz and Scott explored the fishing pier (no dogs allowed). Rondo was a keen observer of the parade of humanity passing by...
There was a WTF-piece of art on the way to the beach. I mean-- what IS this thing? It looks like a butt being prepared for an enema or hamster.
Here's proof that any piece of crappy art can be improved with the inclusion of a cute dog.
Tho' even Rondo wanted to get away from it...
Rondo slept like a little kid on the way back-- completely out. And the Valley was still broiling on our return. So a good excursion all-told (especially if the NastyDog I ate doesn't kill me).
