Hey There Striped Flamingo Readers!
CuppaKim and Mylie here. Thanks to their mamas, Mylie and Hewitt have blog and instagram crushes on each other. There is definitely some romance floating through the cyber air.
Mylie can't resist when April posts sassy shots of Mr. H. I'm pretty sure the feeling goes both ways, too.
The only problem is, Mylie and Hewitt are on opposite coasts. It's an East/West romance, that's for sure.
Mylie, or Smiles as she is often referred to, is a West Coast Schnoodle through and through (in fact, that was the name of her breeder). She is a born and bred California girl.
And like any good California girl, Mylie loves herself some beach time.
The other day, my sister and I decided that Mylie was long overdue for a beach adventure. We picked up sandwiches, and all hopped in the car and headed to the coast, for an extremely beautiful March day.
Mylie tugged on the leash all the way down the hill, where as soon as her paws hit the warm sand, she was jumping up trying to look in our hands and purses, for her beloved ball.
To Mylie, Beach = Fetch.
We know what the Smiles likes, so her ball was in fact in my sister's purse, but we needed to settle in before it was time to play. She could hardly contain herself. There were some serious whimpers while we set up our beach chairs.
This beach in particular is Mylie's favorite. And mine too. I've been going here since I was in high school. Plenty of space, gorgeous views, close to home, and most importantly, dog friendly.
This day was no exception, there were furry critters everywhere.
So, we played fetch.
And more fetch.
And then when we thought she was done, even more fetch.
And between fetches, Mylie crawls between our chairs, and finds the littlest pocket of shade to cool off in.
Head to toe. Up her nose, on her tongue, even in her eyes.
But she seems completely unphased.
She just loves the beach. Through and through.
The sights, the sounds. The seabreeze blowing through her dirty white fur.
As we drive home, and Mylie sits lazily in the back seat, you can tell she really enjoyed herself, by living up to her nickname, a big smile plastered on her face the whole drive back.
And after a beach day, everything else can seem like the worst.
Because sometimes it is.
Beach Day also = Bath day.
Smiles wont even look at me once I put her in the sink.
She is not a happy camper.
Until the bath is over.
And she gets all her shakes out.
And all is right in the world again, and we wait until the next beach adventure.
Thanks April and Hewitt for allowing me and Mylie to share one of our adventures with you and everyone over here!
Isn't Mylie the CUTEST? Well, second cutest, of course. Hewitt loves this entire blog post so much...because it's full of pictures of his favorite West Coast girl. However, he's lacking thumbs...so he can't type any comments. Sigh. #dogproblems.