Meredith: Such a good dog! Who’s Mommy’s good boy? [Turns and looks at Izzie and George] C’mon, what are you doing, we’re gonna be late.
George: Uhâ€” We need to talk about the dog.
Izzie: That’s not a dog, it’s a hyena that escaped from the zoo, dressed in dog clothing.
George: Whatever. I don’t chew up his clothes. I don’t urinate on his bed. I don’t try to mount him from behind.
Meredith: People, he’s our dog. We love our dog. He loves us.
Izzie: Mount you from behind?
George: He tries to. –Grey’s Anatomy
For those of you who have dogs and have a chance to travel to Carmel, CA I highly recommend it. Did you know it’s incredibly dog friendly? They have dog friendly restaurants where your puppy can sleep at your feet while you eat. Or if it’s my dog, beg at your feet for treats. The beach doesn’t have a leash law, so the puppies get to run free. It’s basically a dog’s version of a bar or a fraternity mixer. They run around from dog to dog, sniffing butts, canoodling, and generally having a grand ol’ time.
Match’s parents brought their dog Poodle and we of course had our Monkey. It’s so nice that the two dogs get along so well. They were sort of the entertainment focus for the week. We would laze around with our bloody marys, gin and tonics, or wine, and watch the dogs rough house or play on the beach. Their poodle puppy has grown so much in a year. Check it out:
Match’s Parents and Poodle, August 2009
Pretty big difference huh? When Poodle stands on his hind legs, he’s almost my height. Now I know that’s not towering as I stand only 5 feet tall, but for a dog it’s pretty impressive. Luckily he’s a Poodle and therefore kind of hollow boned and easy enough to shove away when he gets all excited and jumps up.
He’s my new dancing partner. Doesn’t he look like he’s enjoying the dance?
Here’s Monkey lounging on theÂ design furniture in the rental house. I can’t blame him for getting up on the window seat. It is rather cozy.
In this shot he still looks like a pretty young dog. I’m trying to ignore the fact that he’s going gray behind the ears and he gets tired a lot faster than he used to. I can’t believe he’s already 7 years old. I don’t like to think of him as being middle aged, sniff sniff. It took him three days to recover from our trip!
He ran that beach and peed on every seaweed patch he could find. He rolled in the sand and brought home half the beach to the rental house daily. He climbed rocks with “Daddy” Match and raced to the highest point he could find.
He bonded with Poodle and with Match. Match and I both agreed he was really well behaved on this trip and we were so proud of him. Last year the first thing he did on the beach was pee on the back of someone’s beach chair…while the poor woman was sitting in it! I was mortified. This year we kept an eye out when he’d eye a particularly tempting beach chair, towel, small child playing in the sand. You never know with this one!
At the end of each night we’d watch the dogs cuddle as we played games of dominoes. Look, they’re holding hands!
Probably the funniest thing that happened concerning the dogs was when we realized Poodle could smile, or sort of grimace, on command. We were playing with him, and Match said no. All of a sudden Poodle started curling his lips up in this funny expression and I was able to capture it on video. Match is the one saying no and I’m the one cackling my fool head off as I videotape.