Salty Sea Dog

We went for a walk today on the beach in Milnerton. Tristan, Lucca, Leche and I. It was a great walk. We walked all along the stretch of beach next to the golf course. On our way there we saw a whale that was very close to the shore, blowing air all the time from his blow hole. Only after walking for a while I noticed the whale is not diving, nor is it moving. It turned out to be a rock. Very interesting. We crossed paths with a big Golden Retriever, and true to form, he started chasing Leche, to play with him. Leche, true to form, tried to run as far and as fast away from him as he could. The only way for him to go was towards the sea, and having NEVER been in the sea, he of course did not know what that was, and thought he could just run right over it. Well, he went straight into the surf and realised what it was and how cold it was. The problem now was the Retriever, who loves water, followed him, so now Leche wanted to come back to the shore, but the Retriever was behind him. He finally got out of the water and the other couple got the Retriever away. He was so cold and shivering and all wet....He was a Salty Sea Dog.

I must say I am a little out of place with this constant fear and fleeing that Leche does when another big dog wants to play with him. Lucca plays with them and runs around, but Leche only runs away with his tail between his legs, and mostly runs into trouble. I cant remember if Lucca was the same when he was younger and beefed up later, but I really hope Leche does, as his brother Bruno, is so comfortable with all other dogs.