I remember going to the ocean with my dad when I was a kid. I don't even remember who else was there, but I believe it was a family trip. We brought our dog, Bear. I think Bear was at least part Old English Sheepdog. I was just a kid, but I remember Bear being a big dog.
As do most beaches, there was a leash law on the beach we were on. We had Bear on a leash that was just a long, knotted rope. There was a point at which we'd just let Bear run. He was flying up and down the beach in complete doggy rapture.
Pretty soon a beach ranger came up to us.
He told my dad that Bear had to be on a leash. There were rules, after all.
"He's on a leash," my dad said, pointing.
"Don't you see it dragging along behind him?"
I thought about taking Gomi on this trip with us. In the end, I decided against it. I'm never sure how many places we'll be able to take her, and I just wasn't feeling like dealing with the logistics of dealing with what to do with a dog all day.
Next trip, though, she's definitely going. I guess between now & then we need to get it figured out.
Hell. Maybe next trip there will be two dogs going to the beach with us.
You never know.