Yesterday we went to the dog beach with Steph, Bryan (just like old times!), the girlz, Josh and I and the dogs. The trip down was uneventful. The hike down the rocks was uneventful. The dogs loved the beach and for the most part, there was no trouble. We've never seen dogs attack each other or had problems with the girlz and other dogs. When we tell people about the dog beach they never quite get how it works. Everyone is responsible for their own dogs. If your dog can't be social and has aggressive tendencies, don't bring it and especially don't let it off-leash. Common sense, no? No. For the first time we had dogs snap at Buddy. The first one was a husky mix and though it didn't growl at us, Buddy's fur stood on end all along his back. Bad vibes. Then the dog snapped at Bruno who is super protective. But no blood, no harm, no foul.
The second incident was with a spaniel of some sort who was running along the beach with his spaniel sibling while holding a Big Stick in his mouth. Mr. Spaniel was so full of himself, just trotting down the beach with his stick...just enticing other dogs to share in his glee. Pity the fool who messes with him and his Big Stick. That fool would be Buddy, natch. He got snapped at and backed off quickly, pussy-dog that he is. Bruno would be having none of this and ran to put himself between Buddy and the other dog, checked to see if Buddy was okay and then ran off after the spaniel. Dood, Bruno totally has Buddy's back. It was scary for a moment, but everyone was easily calmed.
Saturday the bastards across the street cut down the Mexican Palm where the Barn Owls were living. There were two big fledglings in that tree and two adults in the evergreen across the street. Two are still around, still screeching, hunting and chirping, but farther away so we can't enjoy them as much. Bastards. I've also taken up weeding as a hobby. No, I don't know what crawled up my butt, either. It gives me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, it lets me be outside at the coolest times of day, I get to enjoy the smells of freshly turned earth, water and check out all the bugs. There are a ton of baby grasshoppers out there right now, so tiny they're about 1/4 of an inch. Claire keeps me company and picks up any caterpillars and grubs I turn up. Ah, summer.