Tonight, we broke the rules. “We” being myself and Moxley.
In season, dogs aren’t allowed on the beach in Southern Shores. (One neighborhood north, they are allowed year round.) I understand why - in any given population, there is X% that don’t clean up after their critters. In the offseason, in real numbers, that percentage is tolerable. During the season, it’s not tolerable as far as this neighborhood is concerned.
Well, when we got back from dinner this evening and I took the pup out for his evening sojourn, we headed for the dune deck to just take a look at the surf in the near full moon. Mox was having none of this “watching” stuff and headed down the steps to the beach. I gave a wide sweep with the maglite to see if we had company. Well, we were alone and I had all the necessary accouterments should cleanup be necessary, so off we went.
I know, I know - we shouldn’t have, especially since the local gendarmes here already have my name on file. But Mox doesn’t know the difference between on and off season and when he’s here off season, he is perfectly behaved on the beach and tonight was no different. We chased a bunch of ghost crabs and had a lovely walk under the moon and left nothing but doggie footprints. (Which seem to be around every morning on the beach. so I’m fairly certain we’re not the only miscreants about.)
Have to say, he’s a pretty good tracker. He’d get a scent of a nearby crab and would go nose down into the sand and well, if you didn’t know he was following the track of a crab, you’d think he was drunk for all the weaving and figure 8’s as he followed the scent until he caught up with the crab, which of course would immediately head for the water. Undaunted, he’d just start looking for the next one.
He’s a pretty good beach dog for being bred for the wilds of Tibet.
