lemme catch a ride to rockaway beach

apparently i'm turning into some kind of crazy dog lady,because lately my most interesting things to write about have been involving little jimmy the greek. so let's jump back into illustration friday for the first time in months with one about my dog.

last sunday josh and i decided to take jimmy to long beach's dog beach. it was a crackup seeing him hit the sand for what may have been the first time ever. the first time since we've had him, anyways. apeshit is the word i would use to describe it. batshit also works. anything with shit at the end. he was just crazy about it. we were a little worried about letting him off the beach, because he's still going through obedience classes and what if he doesn't stick near us?

so we figure we'll compromise, we'll let him run around on his 30 foot training leash. gives him plenty of room to tear around, and we still have a hold on him. unfortunately, with all the other dogs the only thing that leash did was get tangled up over and over. so josh and i figure since he's staying fairly close to us anyways and is totally paying attention when we call him, let's try just taking the leash off. it's an off leash is okay sort of dog beach and none of the other dogs are leashed, so let's just see how it works out, we'll keep a really close eye on him.

the first twenty minutes was great - he was super happy to have the run of the place, went from dog to dog, playing and sniffing butts, (the two things he does best) and chasing around josh and i.

and then a seagull came flying by.

and away jimmy went, chasing it.



josh finally caught up to jimmy the greek a half a mile later down the beach. the dog was running so fast i actually was kinda scared he was gone for good.

i did lose my fancy jackie-o sparkly sunglasses; they fell outta my pocket as i was tearin' down the beach after the dog. so yes. the dog is grounded. that bastard!!