Brant Rock beach

I must have been a super-duper good dog, because yesterday Mom took me to yet another beach! We went to Brant Rock Beach which is in Marshfield. Well, Brant Rock used to be its own town but that's beside the point. Mom brought me to the beach access point, but there was a problem. The stairs were scary and I just absolutely would not climb them.
Don't these look scary? After a few tries Mom gave up and we found another way to get to the beach.
We got there through the public boat launch place. It smelled a little funny, but I'm a dog and don't much care.

After all, the waves play chase just the same.
I wonder if this is Brant Rock?
Where did the water go?
Chase!
Caught.

Freedom! Well, sort of.

This is a marker that we passed in Brant Rock. Isn't this a cheerful thought?


It's a wonder he can still breathe!






Dad makes a great couch for watching baseball. Don't I look happy?

This is me on our way to Brant Rock on Monday.

Finally! Yesterday Mom took me for a proper walk up at Wompatuck State Park. We had a good time! We found a new path that took us much closer to Triphammer Pond, and then we found some interesting signs about the history of the park. Unfortunately, I was too excited to take pictures. I also got to chase geese in our yard, which was good.

Here are some more pictures from my enforced hiatus.

I know my mom loves me...

I know my mom loves me. Since I came back from the vet, Mom's been under orders to keep me quiet. This is to keep me from pulling out my stitches, which sounds like it wouldn't be much fun despite my usual relish for pulling stitches out of things. In order to achieve this, she's been loading me up into the car and taking me exploring instead of taking me out for my usual hike. If the environment seems appropriate, she will sometimes take me out of the car and walk me around. We went to Duxbury and walked around a little, although the area we were in wasn't very pedestrian friendly. She took some pictures but they didn't save. She took me to Plympton yesterday, but there wasn't anyplace good to pull over. This is fun. I don't get to burn off much energy but I feel like I went someplace. On Monday we went to a village called Brant Rock. This was fun. It is right on the ocean. I got to smell the ocean, although Mom thought salt water wouldn't feel good on my incision so I didn't go in. If Mom can get the pictures to work, I will post them here!