Camping at Wright Beach

I spent the weekend with my parents and brother at Wright Beach, outside of Bodega Bay.

Legend has it that more than 80 years ago the largest rock was connected to land, and a family was walking out on it with their son, who sadly slipped off and drowned. In his anger and wanting to prevent another tragedy like theirs ever recurring the father blew up the connecting rocks.


Despite this beach being so deadly that you can't go in the water (and even going near it is discouraged due to sleeper waves) we had a great time! Here mom in her pj's holds Kali and Troy holds Sage (who is in her fashionable doggy sweater) while they play and tangle themselves up.


Hiking up the path to walk back to our campground, viewing the beautiful huge waves through the fog.


Daddy!


Happy weekend! And a welcome respite from the heat in Sacramento (over a hundred!) while we enjoyed high fifties, s'mores, and dad's homemade chili. Yummy!

Incoherent Spluttering

  . . . while picking up the soggy, strewn-about pieces of my favorite American Eagle flip flops that are apparently the tastiest doggy treat ever. So mad at the dogs right now--but also mad at myself, because I KNOW they like to eat flip flops and I left them out, and for our dogs that's like screaming EAT ME! in a really defiant way, kind of like the Gingerbread Man does at Lord Farquaad in Shrek. 

Horror is . . .

. . . being trapped in a car halfway through running errands with two dogs when one of them releases their anal glands.

I? Am currently scrubbing the shit out of my car, spraying it with the strongest cleaner we possess, and scrubbing it again.

Also I? Am never taking the damn dogs in my car again. There goes my sympathy for them never leaving the house. Their new nicknames are Stinky Butts.

Dog Playdate

SPRING BREAK! SPRING BREAK! WE'RE ON SPRING BREAK!!! FREEEEEEEDOM!!!

Also! Nick's parents and Clair went off to the ocean for a few days so Nick and I had their house to ourselves! I had a brilliant idea the second day and brought over my dogs to meet their dogs, like a dog playdate. It . . . turned out not to be such a brilliant idea, and all the dogs may now be emotionally traumatized.

Here's Bobbi Socks, their new(ish) boxer. She loves those leaves, loves to drool, and is very friendly. So friendly she ticked off my dogs by licking their mouths (ew).

Aaand here's Molly, the sassy Boston terrier that started off hating me and now likes me and jumps and licks but isn't that friendly towards strangers, including dogs.

Here Molly is terrifying my dog Kali. Molly kept trying to herd my dogs by biting at their legs, poor things!

Sage loves Nick. Though it is possible in this case that my girls are trying to jump on Nick so they can get away from Molly and Bobbi. Kali actually jumped into the trunk of my car and wouldn't come out!

And then Sage chased the kitten up a tree. A tall tree. Which she promptly got wedged into and was stuck. But that's another post!

Hot

In an attempt to celebrate the cooler temperatures (sad when I consider 94 F to be cool) we took the dogs on a four mile walk to . . . (dun dun dunnnn) the bank! It seemed like a good idea at the time, but upon further sweaty reflection, not so smart.

Now I'm sitting exhausted on the couch with the dogs at my feet and our sweet foster kittens running circles around me, whittling away the afternoon until Dad leaves for his trade show in Denver. Doing homework would be the better choice, but hey! it's a holiday, right?