Sunday at the Sea

I'm not saying that Kevin's been holding us back...but he's gone and Zelda's had her first experience with the Pacific Ocean. Sort of. More like Moreton Bay. OK. She didn't actually get wet. She backed up from the "surf" swishing in under the Redcliffe jetty. That counts for something.

She's not much of a water dog. She has been to the Atlantic (Wrightsville Beach, NC) and she has been swimming. The latter, however, was unplanned by all concerned. We were visiting my sister. It was Zelda's first visit and we were in the backyard. We climbed up the stairs to look at the above ground pool. Zelda was fascinated by the self-propelled pool sweeper. She had to have it. And, in a Wile E. Coyote move she walked off the edge of the deck and "onto" the blue surface. There was a moment when time stood still and she looked down to discover there was no ground underneath her.

Then, she was swimming.

No longer interested in the sweeper, she just circled along the edge until I could reach in and drag her out. After that, she wouldn't even climb the stairs to be on the pool deck.

Today, however, was hot and "dry". Even at 8 AM the sun is intense for a black dog. We walked along the shore, out on the jetty (where Zelda barked at the squeaky noises the floating docks made), back past the "settlement lagoon". We hugged the sidewalk as far away from the lagoon as possible as there were numerous signs posted banning dogs under penalty of fine (up to $1500!) for being in the lagoon area.

Next time we'll go earlier and maybe only to around Brighton. I was intrigued by all the pelicans sitting on the street lights overhanging the bridge there. I think I need to see more.