I have recently come to the conclusion that I am a salty dog!

What I mean by that is that I love getting my feet into some nice cool salt water.  Feeling the sand through my paw pads on the beach and having the waves crash into me as me and my mommy and daddy stroll along the beach is one of my favorite things to do in the whole wide world.  One thing that I don’t like though is getting a mouthful of salt water.  That is no fun at all.  It tastes awful and makes my poop run out of me like water if I swallow too much of it.  Other than that, though, I love salt water.  I love fresh water too, but there is just something really special about salt water.  Smelling the salt in the air really puts my soul at ease.

We just spent over a month in Galveston, Texas.  We were so close to the Gulf of Mexico that I could smell the salt water all of the time.  Even inside the house on wheels, if we had the windows open, I could smell that amazing salt water in the air.  Me and my mommy and daddy went for a lot of walks on the beach while we were in Galveston.  I loved every single one of them!  I wish that we could have walked on the beach for all 37 days that we were there though.  That would have been absolutely amazing.

I feel that a bad day on the beach is better than a great day in the city.  Do want to know how I know that?  Because I’ve never met a sad or grumpy person on the beach in my whole entire life.  Every person that I have ever met on the beach has a big smile on their face.

I also know this because I remember when we were in Chincoteague, Virginia that one day Lillian was really grumpy because her mommy’s car broke down and she didn’t think that she would be able to get to the beach again.  Then daddy rented that Moke thing, and all of a sudden, Lillian got a big smile on her face because she knew that she was going to be able to go to the beach.  It was like magic; she was happy with just the thought of going to the beach.  I can understand that because when mommy and daddy tell me that we’re going to take a walk on the beach, I start smiling and wagging my tail instantly.  Even before I get to the beach, I get really happy.

But can you believe, that before me and mommy and daddy lived in the house on wheels, I never once went to the beach!  Never!  Boy oh boy, though, I sure am making up for lost time now.

I’ve been in the Atlantic Ocean, Pacific Ocean, Gulf of Mexico, and the Great Salt Lake.  This summer, when we go through Canada and Alaska, I’m even going to get to see the Artic Ocean.  Daddy says that the water will be too cold for me to dip my paws into it, but I sure hope that daddy is wrong about that.  It’s going to be in June, so I hope that it isn’t too cold.  I hope that mommy and daddy let me get my paws wet.  Even if is too cold for me to dip my toes in it, I’ll still be happy just to be able to see it.

I still have to pinch myself sometimes when I think about how lucky of a dog I am.  To see all of the places and meet all of the people that I have met since we’ve been living in the house on wheels is just such a blessing for me.

I love my life and I love being a salty dog.