Dog Days at the Beach

In 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).

Dog Days at the Beach

In 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).

Dog Days at the Beach

In 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).