The Labraventures of Carbón, Spanish (ex-) foster dog extraordinaire

Incredible photos!! Wow! Next level.

Really sorry about the tooth. And the timing! I hope it’s all better now. If you ever need to wait till you can see a dentist, a clove is an excellent anaesthetic. You just bite on it.
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
How did they ingest it? Cannabis cookies?
Troy’s ML doesn’t really know, but suspects some kind of baked goods. He’s a serial absconder so he’s got a GPS tracker on and she saw that he’d made a sweep behind the community center on the edge of the big forested park she walks him in, so she suspects that was where he found the goodies.

I (ML here, not Carbón 😉) had no idea that cannabis is toxic to dogs. I’d just assumed it would have the same affect on dogs as humans, albeit stronger based on a dog’s lesser body weight. So it was a good education for me.

Hopefully I’ll never have to use that new bit of knowledge, but considering Carbón’s scavenging, it could be critical to know if he’s too quick for me and scarfs something suspect.
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Hola amigos! ML and I had a leeetle adventure yesterday: our first trip to the beach here in California!

Si, si, many people think that when we are in California that we must be going to the beach every day like we do in Cornwall, but alas, no. There are so many people here (7.5 million!) and so many cars that it can take three hours one way to get to the beach, even though it is not very far. ML says that when she was young and there were less people, it only took her 45 minutes each way, but life is different now. Also ML’s father (aka Cookie Man) cannot walk very far and while he likes the idea of going to the beach, it is de verdad not very practical.

However yesterday Cookie Man had something else to do, so ML and I drove in his shiny new car to the beach in San Francisco called Fort Funston. It is essentially the world’s largest dog park, which is both good - and as I discovered yesterday - not so bueno.

Let us start with the bueno! I was so happy to be in the sunshine and hear the ocean.

Sometimes I have to close my eyes to really appreciate it all, sabes?
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The Golden Gate Bridge is just around the corner behind me, but it feels like we are far away from everything here. ❤
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Weeeeee! Here we go down to the beach!
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Here I am with my new ball. I am a very happy Señor.
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ML and I had a wonderful time kicking the ball down the beach. It is so big! Que bien!
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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Pues, the ‘not so bueno’ part of yesterday’s adventure was that not all of the dogs were so friendly. MOST were, claro que si, and we also met MANY kind humans who threw my ball, petted my gentlemanly head, and told me how guapo I am.

Unfortunately one very big bear dog took my ball - that was no problem as I had been playing already for over an hour and was happy to let him have it. But then someone (not his human) made him give it up and handed it back to me. Big bear dog took that as an insult and proceeded to tell me exactly what he thought of me.

Even though I can handle myself very well in this type of ‘conversation’, ML nearly had a an attack of her poor corazon and was screaming like a loca. As if that helps me as I am telling the other dog off for being so rude as to jump on me and try to scare me. Ha! Scare ME?! I am the Señor Carbón who has done HARD PRISON TIME in my formative years in Spain. I am not SO easy to take down, vale?

Pues, after our rather physical discussion, the bully bear dog backed off my neck. I shook the sand off, picked up my ball (which now had a huge hole in it - pfft!), walked over to my ML and said, “It is all bueno, let us now saunter away with confidence in my superiority. That dog will never pick on another ‘soft Labrador’ again!”

And then I walked down the beach with my head held high!

ML wanted to just go home then and that was fine with me as we had been at the beach for nearly two hours and I am not as young as I used to be. Between all the playing and the brawling, I was a leeeeetle tired.

All was looking good until we got to the stairs going back up to the car, and ANOTHER dog wanted to have a ‘discussion’ with me about taking my ball. Pfft! I let that hole-ridden ball drop immediately, but this other dog STILL wanted to ‘talk’. ML did more screaming and ineffective wading into the discussion. De verdad, she is not helpful as she lacks my prison credentials. I handled it like a professional AGAIN and the other dog ran off. ML checked me over and I was just sandy and fed up, but unhurt. Ojalá!

We made our way up the stairs and ML blocked all the other dogs from me and warned their owners to not get close. I think she was a bit rude, but I understand: she is not as strong as me and gets upset. For me? Just another day of being amazing. I am not just another pretty face, sabes?

Afterwards I got so much nice treatment - special water and treats, a rubdown, and cuddles. I did not NEED the cuddles, but I did appreciate them.

I have a feeling ML will not let me down on a California beach for a while, but that is ok. I am proud to have proven myself to still be a fierce warrior, but la verdad, the truth is being a top model and leaving my prison skills behind is easier on my adorable body!
 
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Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Yikes carbon, is your ML ok? You need to give her extra cuddles now
Poor old ML is fine as long as I am right next to her: I do not think she will be letting me off her lead anytime soon! Mainly she feels stupid for letting me off lead to begin with, considering what happened to Amiga Nelly, which is something we are thinking about all the time these days.

But sabes, you know, life is also meant to be lived and if ML only listened to her inner voice that is afraid of everything, we would never leave the house.

So de hecho, in fact, she says she is very proud of me and how bravely and competently I handled myself. I suspect she had forgotten a leeeeeltle where I come from and how she used to admire my skill to walk through a group of 80 dogs, smaller than most of them, and get along with the amigos while making my enemies respect me. It was one of the first things she noticed about me, my ability to walk through those dogs “smooth as a hot knife through butter”, as she used to say.

Claro Que si, she also says we were very lucky that the big bear dog really just wanted to rumble, because if he would have wanted to, I would have been done for. But I like to think it was also down to my quick negotiating skills, ojalá!

I am a leeeetle sore today so no jogging for me, but otherwise in fine form and ready for my Thanksgiving turkey!
 
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