Beautiful Ben on the Beach

Ben's shadow in mid run

New Day at the Beach

So we, Rachel and I, made it to Jacob Riis Park again this morning. An incredibly beautiful day that started out cold and got a lot warmer during our walk.

There were five of us. Three anxious dogs and 2 dozy humans. Plus a lot of sandpipers and a few fishermen.

Here are the dogs, Izzy, Mr. Smith and Ben, stuffed into the back seat of Rachel's car and behaving very well, on the way down to the beach.

The Beach Video

This is a little late but here's a short video of Ben and Izzy frolicking on the beach.

We'll probably be going back this weekend. This time Mr. Smith is joining us. (God I hope there's no poop on the beach.)

Wrangling the Pack

So I've had the help of some amazingly talented women in making a video about the popularity of ScooterSnacks. Here they are wrangling the dogs for one of the shots.

Hopefully the video will be available soon.

Ben at the Beach

Pure joy...mine watching Ben zoom around on the huge expanse of Jacob Riis beach, his first beach experience. His having such a huge, wide-open space to run in, new smells to investigate and a lot of diggable sand!

It was also a little scary--the crashing of the surf was totally new. Intriguing but not completely inviting. So Ben dipped his toes in but didn't swim. Maybe with a few more visits?

The Most Beautiful Saul

OK finally I caught Saul on camera. Video as it happens. Every time I walk into the park when Saul is there, if he sees me, he'll run right at me across the field hoping for some ScooterSnacks.

I can't resist him. He's two hundred pounds of dog coming straight at me but the biggest threat is his drool (copious strings of it as soon as he sniffs the snacks). Other than that his teeth are tiny and he truly is gentle.

Saul is one of my favorites.

Ben is in Love

Ben has suddenly developed a lovey-dovey attachment to Izzy. The other day we spent the morning with Izzy and Mr. Smith. Nothing unusual. But when it came time to leave Ben kept trying to follow them home. First time he wouldn't listen to me. Finally I gave in and walked with Rachel and Lisa.

At Clinton Ave. we had to leave them. Ben made a high-pitched bark that turned into a wine and then a howl most of the way home. He was so distressed and I had no idea what to do.

Anyway he was happy to meet up with her again that evening and share a moment of fluffy tails waving in the wind.