The beach has gone to the dogs
- Michelle Wood: SWCD
- March 9, 2018
- 1454
Never mind the weather. The dogs must have their way. Rain, sunshine, fog or full-on gales, owners walked their dogs on the Florida beach where we holed up for the winter.
Depending on the degree of training, sometimes it was hard to tell if the owner was walking the dog or the other way around. Most were on leashes, the dogs I mean. Taut, loose, stretched, harnessed or sometimes no tether at all, the dogs were right at home on the beach.
The canines did more than walk of course. Like their human masters, they like to play. An older man heaved a bright orange tennis ball as far down the beach as he could several times.
In anticipation his hybrid-mix furry companion sprung and bounced in timing with each cock of her master’s arm. In seconds the golden doodle returned, dropped the ball at the man’s feet and sat waiting for more. In each of our snowbird years, my wife and I observed similar scenes replicated scores of times.
We love dogs. We both had dogs as pets growing up and from time to time during our marriage. Now we just travel too much to own a pet. Instead, we get our personal dog fix by hosting our granddog from time to time.
I fully understand, then, the desire, the human need to have a pet dog. People love dogs as long as they are friendly and not too rambunctious. Research has shown that dogs make excellent companions, especially for the elderly.
Folks regularly walked their canine companions on the beach, morning, noon and evening. They did so, of course, for exercise and to take care of the unpleasant necessaries. I should have invested years ago in the stock of companies that manufacture those little plastic cleanup bags.
Big dogs, little dogs, in-between dogs pulled their masters up and down the beach. Others walked along obediently at the same pace. Still, others ran freely, returning when called.
Only on rare occasion did we witness any doggy misbehavior. When you’re on the beach, there’s plenty of opportunities for bird dogs to be bird dogs. The shorebirds just seem to tolerate and toy with them anyhow.
A pleasant side effect of dog walking on the beach was the socialization that occurred. Dogs are naturally attracted to other dogs, and more often than not the owners are just as cordial to each other.
Sometimes the humans got so involved they failed to notice the incoming tide. An astute pedigree might take advantage of this opportunity to remind its owner of the encroaching sea in hopes of a reward in the form of a treat. With that, the conversations ended, and all parties moved on, up and down the beach, stepping in time to the soothing breakers.
On weekends and holidays, teenagers joined the parade. I can’t prove this, but I suspect that both pretty girls and handsome boys use their beloved dogs as bait to lure in some new friends. If true, who can blame them? The results are the same. Both the dogs and the teens get the attention they need and desire.
So did we. I can’t count how many times we stopped on the beach to admire a lovely dog, ask its name, breed, age or whatever questions came to mind. I’m happy to report that so far during our snowbird stays that only their masters provided the answers.
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