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!