I guess I can’t really complain too much, since I spend most of the summer out in Amagansett, where I have a big sandy beach and a whole ocean to play in. But now that we’re back in WePo, I have to stick to this narrow strip of sand on the far side of the
Soundview jetty. Town rules, Beagle Man says. None of my friends come there, and when it’s low tide, you have to go out about a zillion miles just to get to the water. And what makes it even worse? Right on the other side of the jetty, there’s this whole, beautiful, wide stretch of beach, all the way to the cannons . . . and I’m not allowed on it! It’s only for people! Until today, that is. Yup, it’s October 1 — and me and my friends can go anywhere on the beach again! This morning felt like the first day of school: Everyone showed up! Beagle Man brought along our Chuck-it and a tennis ball, but for me, other dogs’ stuff is always better than my own — so I kind of ignored him the whole time we were there. Especially when he said we had to go home. He hates when I do that. But seriously — it’s October 1, for God’s sake! Should be a national holiday.
Beagle Man and Ricky always have a lot to say, so I’ll just pipe up in The Duck Dog Speaks whenever I can.
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