My Dad with Zoey on the beach, Autumn 2014.
Just before my father passed away, he asked me to do a few things for him. One of the things he felt most strongly about was taking Zoey, his German Shepard to the beach once the summer season was over, and letting her run in the surf. Zoey really, really enjoys doing this!
So on two warm Saturdays, I've taken her down to the white sandy beach of New Jersey and let her romp. She was so pleased!
Arf! Arf! She wants to bite the curl on the incoming waves. The piling with the flag is the sole remnant of a boardwalk that washed way in the 1940s.
Any dog whisperer will tell you she is smiling cheek to cheek!
"Come on Mom! Get wet with me! Surf's up!"
