dready art ‘the beach walk’ – image
we used to walk the dogs down the beach every day; but the truth is that as romantic as it sounds, a beach walk with the dog is a pain – ’cause when you come home you’ve got to wash the beast and the beast don’t like to be washed …
when dogs dry from a sea bath, if you haven’t washed them, they smell like rotten eggs … and the sand, the sand if you don’t wash it off gets everywhere … everywhere …
and so now that we live across from the beach and not on it, we can walk the shaded lane with its mixture of the old and the new, quaint and cool, and just look at the sea through gaps in the houses and foliage, see it in full across empty plots, walk down the access paths to the very edge; we show the dog the sand and the sea, we get the romance of the cottage lane and the sea view and walk on satisfied that when we get home the dog is walked and we don’t have to wash it!
the dog wants the beach and the sea, she wants to swim and cavort and roll and tumble … when we pass the access she likes to tug left or right depending on our direction of travel, she wants in … if only she knew how to operate the hose and could bathe herself!
truth …