Going Outside

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One of the good things is this whole going outside endeavor. There are many, many ways of going outside, some of which are better than others. There is short walkies, which is just down to the post office and back. Sometimes, this is plenty. Especially if it is hot or sunny outside. You can boss around some old people on the sidewalks, or threaten a golden retriever stuck in a parked car, and you can go into Bob & Jans and get a little doggie treat, and still get home in time for All My Children or Anthony Bordain and not be too damn tired. 

But sometimes a bulldog just needs to cut loose, and this is what Lone Palm or Secret Beach are good for. You have to take the boxer or it gets kind of boring, but with him it is just lots of fun. There is chasing, and biting, and threatening, and bullying, and running after, and cutting off from the path, and chasing into the surf, and not letting out of the surf....there is just a hell of a lot of fun stuff to do.

There are elephant seals. There are egrets. There are cormorants. There are squirrels. There is seaweed. There is sand. There are flies. There are big waves and small waves. Tidepools. Sticks. Ticks! 

The fun never ends.

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The main thing is you have to have a lot of water in the truck for after. I mean, a lot.

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Then when you get home it is bath time. And then nap time. 

Like, for, eighteen hours.

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Ah, me. Life is good when you are a bulldog.

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