Showing posts with label Huntington Dog Beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Huntington Dog Beach. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2012

A Day Off

I haven't taken a day off in a long time, perhaps months. I don't remember how long it's been. I've been getting the book ready, plus I stare at the computer screen a lot and trying to drum up ideas (which, in my line of work, is the hopeful equivalent of drumming up business).

But Bellis knows my weakness: "Would Boz like a day at the beach?" she asked.

Boz doesn't have as much energy as he used to, but he's still a dog. Dogs love routine, but they also love novelty (go figure). When I spend all that time at the computer, he naps in his sunny spot. He gets walks, he gets playdates, but he doesn't often get novelty. And he loves the beach.

Who doesn't love the beach?

Huntington dog beach is pooch paradise. Thank you, Bellis, and Abby, too. If I'd gotten a better picture this shot would've had two happy dogs in it.

Update: Kalei's Best Friend sent this fascinating link about the 1960's oil boom at Huntington Beach.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Boz Loves the Beach

Last weekend, to get away from the smoke, Boz and I went to Huntington Dog Beach. Maybe it wasn't the best idea I've ever had; the weekend is chaotic at the dog beach because everyone else has the same not-their-best-idea at the same time. So if the weekend is the only time you can go and your dog isn't under excellent voice command, I recommend a leash. But if your constant companion has been pent up in the house because you're trying not to inhale the smoke--oh hell, just go! Head on out and get yourself and your pal some negative ions. Pooch will think it's the greatest idea of all time.

But go on a weekday if you can.

(In case you were wondering, yes indeedy, the name Huntington Beach is tied up in history with that of Pasadena's own--okay, California's own--Henry Huntington.)

Don't carry too much. Poo bags, drinking water, your dog's bowl. We were there for two and a half hours and Boz stopped moving only long enough to have a treat and a drink, and he's no spring chicken. Although he would be happy to have a spring chicken, bones and all.

Update: Altadena needs a party and tonight is it! Head up to North Lake Avenue at 5pm for the Altadena Arts Coalition Project: Altadena Open House!