Picnic At The Beach

On Saturday we took Tara to the beach for a picnic. Mr. Click was in charge of organising the food and pretty much all I had to do was make sure that Tara had her leads packed up and had got enough poop bags stuffed in my pocket. Oh, and to remember the towel. I did my job admirably, as did Mr. Click.

Now when we got Tara she wasn't keen on travelling in the car. She settled down on the way home, but obviously wasn't a huge fan of it at first. During this week she's progressed far enough to not only willingly get into the back of the car, but also to the point that if we go out the door she makes a beeline for the car. I suspect that this is in part due to the fact that the car takes her to my in-laws' house, and my in-laws' are head over heels in love with her and spoil her rotten.

We decided to go out in the van, mainly because we can collapse on the bed in the back after we've eaten and read if need be. It's lovely to go to the beach for a picnic, but we live in Scotland so we're not crazy, it can get a bit cold sitting out there... or in the case of this Saturday, wet!

We were a bit nervous about whether Tara would take to the van, it can be a bit noisy and rattly so I was worried that she wouldn't like it. Needn't have worried. She happily hopped in, and when it became apparent that there wasn't enough room for her in the footwell at the front with me, she settled down behind my seat.

Day 112: Peeking

On the way to the beach we stopped at the pet shop to pick her up a bone/chew thing so that she would have something to nosh on while we enjoyed our food, then it was off to the beach.

It was all hot and sunny on the way. At the beach we put Tara on the extending lead and let her go wild. She chased birds, picked up seaweed, paddled, rolled in the grass, and generally had a great time. The only thing she wasn't sure of was a metal bridge over one of the streams running down onto the beach - I suspect it was the feel of it on her feet.

Halfway from one end of the beach to the other it started to rain, then hail, so by the time we got back to the van all three of us were soaked. Tara had a quick towel dry and then made herself comfortable watching us as we munched our way through ham, chicken and salad pitta pockets, babybels, cheesy dippers, sausage rolls and chocolate moose. Her bone was nowhere near as interesting as what we were chowing down on.

On the way home she fell asleep, so clearly the travel anxiety is fading fast. It's a trip we're planning to repeat very soon.