Beach Babies

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The yellow-sailed windsurfer to the right of the ball gives a sense of scale.

It was all the way up to plus four (39°F) today, so E.g. and I took the dogs to Cherry Beach.

We hadn’t been there since the Autumn. I had been afraid that Cai would plunge right into the frigid water and get sick. We needn’t have worried, however; the lake was solid ice between Cherry Beach and the Leslie Street Spit.

There were, in fact, three young men out there parasurfing. We’ve watched people do this before, skipping along the waves harnessed to a banana-peel-shaped parachute, but we’d never considered that this could be a winter sport. The adventurers were criss-crossing the ice at a tremendous pace.

Not only was there that entertainment, but the sun was actually shining! It took us a moment to remember the name of it. “What’s that thing in the sky? It’s too early for the street lights to be on.”

We walked around the snow-covered beach three times, about 15 minutes per round. Cai and Fergus rushed here and there, meeting other dogs of various sorts, including a Vizsla named Dexter. E.g. asked me about the lyrics to an old camp song, “Kumula, kumula, kumula vizsla”. I said I didn’t know.

On the final round, we made the mistake of telling the boys that we were now heading for the car. That’s when Fergus, chaser of all things moving, finally noticed the parasurfers. Off he went like a dart.

Cai wasn’t too sure what to do. He’s been repeatedly told off for intercepting Fergus’s fun, and besides, the pup was already fifteen lengths ahead of him. He looked at us, he looked at Fergus’s retreating tail, he whined a little.

Then the solution came to us. We called each of our furchildren by name, in the nicest, loudest sing-song voice possible, once. Then we ran in the opposite direction, as hard as we could go, with Cai at our heels.

Fergus never made it onto the ice. He screeched to a halt in front of me, his whole body quivering with pride at having caught me so quickly.

9 Responses to Beach Babies

  1. Shelley says:

    Oh geez…that is SCARY!!

    Thankfully you chose the right solution!

  2. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

    When Tucker was little and he wouldn’t come to us, we could con him into coming over if we bent down and pretended to be inspecting something interesting on the ground. He didn’t want to miss anything! Unfortunately this trick only worked twice.

  3. I used to think that certain sports/activities were isolated to a given season. But then I came across the Polar Bear Club. I’m sure you are aware of these folks that swim in freezing bodies of water.

    You have some very cute dogs. I think this is one of the better pictures of them as I get a nice perspective of how close to the ground they are. I’ve always thought the closer to the ground a dog or anyone is the better. LOL… I’m tall so I appreciate anything shorter than myself. LOL

  4. Elizabeth says:

    Ah, I’m familiar with that trick. Pretend there’s a party over here and they’re missing all the fun. Works every time on Mabel… not so much with Alex. She knows our tricks.

  5. Alyson says:

    Clever peeps, such a great trick….Milo doesn’t know it.

  6. Gina says:

    Short sleeves in 39 degree weather?? You are used to the cold, aren’t you? 😀
    You’re little, athletic boys are sooo cute.

  7. lavenderbay says:

    Hi Shelley! We were more worried about taking ourselves onto the ice than Fergus going out there, but we were afraid that “chasing” him would only make the trip longer.

    I like your trick, James! Too bad it worked only twice. Smart Tucker.

    The Polar Bear Clubs like to gather for New Year’s Day dips. Brrr!
    If you’re taller than most other people and creatures, UT, your attitude is a good one!

    Alex is less likely to bound away for two days, though, isn’t she, Elizabeth? Maybe just as well that it works on Mabel.

    Milo, Milo, Milo…

    Mind you, Gina, if it were 39 degrees Celsius, a tee-shirt and jeans would be more than adequate. That’s 102F !

  8. “What’s that thing in the sky? It’s too early for the street lights to be on.” LOL

    Interesting how we all become practitioners of animal psychology with our pets. At our house, we’re always trying to think up new versions of trick-the-kitty, but said kitty has become more circumspect the older he gets (he’ll be 13 in summer). He’s a champ at going into Ignore Mode.

  9. lavenderbay says:

    Did I know you had a cat, Bobbie?
    The way our pets practise human psychology on us, I’d say turnabout is fair play!

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