November Ocean

To me, a born and raised NYC pug, swimming in the Real Ocean in November is absurd... just one of the many reasons I like Cali. Drinking the tasty sea, gulping the delicious sand. We played hooky today, and my mom did zero work, and we ran around Ocean Beach in the glorious 80ish degree heat.

Of course, I offered to help Cowboy with some pre-surfing stretches. I'm a great coach. Here, I'm instructing him to keep his toes out.

Then we went for a stroll into the surf, where I drank about three cups of water. Mmmmm.

My mom tried to reason with me about the salt water ingestion, but I would have none of it. You Are Not The Boss Of Me!

Of course, she understood when I put it in those terms.