I've been wanting so bad to get Pooka to the beach, and was hoping to do it before she turned 6 months so she would adjust to it easier. Turns out we got down there the day after her 6 month mark, and I had nothing to worry about. For you see, Pooka is a beach dog.

I am a beach girl, so I am very pleased. One of my favorite activities is digging holes in the sand at the beach, and ever since Pooka got into our horseshoe pits, I knew we'd make great partners:

I wanted to wait to get her in the water, just to take it easy (big waves, it was windy) but while I was changing in the van, with my husband in charge of the leash, I saw her just run into the waves on her own, jumping and bounding. It was quite funny and I'm glad I saw it. We came across quite a few dogs, and we tried going on a stroll without a leash, but she didn't act the same as she does at home, not really interested in playing (unless its bark playing) and she would run way off ahead of us and stop when we yelled, but very reluctant to come back, away from destroying kid's sand castles or stealing their frisbees.

We played fetch:

my dad caught some fish:

got a popsicle:

burried Pooka in the sand:

and chased seagulls:

Twas a good day!