A day at the beach

This is a first. Not just for Ben, but for all of our dogs! Ben is the first of our dogs ever to go to the beach. Sheila was the first dog in the house, Kim was the first dog to bite a sheep on the neck and now Ben's the first dog to go to the beach. At least his first isn't a violent as Kim's.

We went to Murlough Beach, which I hadn't been to since Sasha was young. It was very exciting.

There's a short walk before you reach the beach itself, and Ben didn't behave very well on the way. He kept walking out in front of me, and trying to jump p on passers by. He soon got a chance to cool off, though, in the cold sea.

I let Ben off and he stayed with us for most of the time, and we soon relaxed and had a good time!

Look ma, the sea!

The bag of treats really helped him to stay with me and my Dad.

I will do whatever you say - for the treats. I will even lie down in the wet sand - for treats.

The numbers of people there drove him crazy, but he stayed with us.

After a while, we were all feeling tired, so we sat down on one of the dunes. Ben insisted he kept watch.

I'm enjoying this.

Do I get a treat for that pose?

You may notice that Ben is foaming at the mouth a bit, and that's because he wouldn't stop drinking the sea water, even though I could tell from his face and the expression he was making that he knew it tasted funny.

After a while, I realised I was giving Ben way too many treats, so I gave him a toy instead.

Yummy! *Nom, nom, nom...*


*Nom, nom, nom...*


The view from our june was nice, though.



And there were crabs everywhere, albeit dead ones.



There was a 'stream' in the sand, with water coming from nowhere.

Lanky Ben was running... away from the sea (it scares him).

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


We had a brilliant day!



And it was very relaxing.

Best Beach Buddies!

And yes, I did rip my trousers.