We took a trip to Point Defiance on Sunday, and we let Vern, our standard Dachshund, tag along. He had never seen the ocean (to my knowledge), and we weren’t sure if he was going to love it or hate it.
He definitely wanted none of it. After Paul carried him down to the beach, he would dig his little paws into the ground and refuse to move. Paul kept him away from the water while I searched for driftwood and shells, but I could hear him whining even over the sound of the ocean rolling in. He was at maximum pathetic. The only time he seemed remotely comfortable was when he found something interesting to on a boulder.
Here’s a short video of me trying to coax him down the stairs leading to the beach. It is so worth a minute of your time to watch! (Sorry for how bright it is, I forgot to reset my ISO settings.)
It was an all-around awful weekend for Vern, who had to have a bath earlier that day to wash off his best attempts at being as stinky as possible. I don’t even want to know what he found to roll in.
He has such a hard life, can’t you tell? Here he is getting a bite of salmon. He is obviously ecstatic.
We will take Vinny next time, who will likely find the beach fascinating, because everything is new and fascinating when you’re Vinny.
How do your dogs feel about water? Any funny stories to share? I’d love to read them!