Saturday, January 23, 2016

It's All About Fido aka When A One-Hour Walk Takes Three Hours

It's probably been mentioned, here on CMI, that it's the pet-friendliness of our current vacation spot that brought us to lovely Surfside, Garden City and Huntington Beaches, SC. Florida is a challenge in the pet arena, though they do tout warmer weather this time of year. I digress. I'm here to tell you that there are oodles and oodles of pooches, enjoying surf 'n' sand where we frequent; and so, we keep going back. But if there's a downside….

Everyone - and I mean everyone - wants to talk Dogs. And Mambo gets more attention than most, since most weigh in at about fifteen pounds and are barely noticeable. We've never seen more cute-but-little breeds than here. So, first it's his size that gains glances, and then come the questions. Is he a Bouvier? A Standard Poodle? A Doodle? A Newfie? No, no, no, no. He's a Black Russian Terrier. And then it goes on and on and on. How old is he? Where did you find him? Is he gentle? Nine. From a local breeder. Yes; he has to be, 'cause we've nine grandkids. Need more?

It gets to the point where, with no exaggeration, a one-hour beach hike (accomplishing that with no eye contact) turns into a three-hour event. Oy vey. But as irony would have it…

Big Dog was "home" resting after his scary illness, when we met a lady at Huntington Beach. Even when our pets are not with us, it seems people want to talk dogs. Hey, don't judge. It beats topics like world peace or pending snowstorms. And so, this lovely new acquaintance began telling me about Springtime, Inc., and the magic bullets that seem to give older arthritic dogs new oomph. I ordered and had this recommended concoction shipped to our home away from home. They seem to work. Fingers crossed. Hope you'll check 'em out, if your best bud is in need.