A Walk On The Beach

 

Hello everyone! It’s Bailey. You should all know who I am right now but I’ll say it again just to be sure. I’m Aoibha’s sweet little Cava Tzu puppy. I get up to all sorts of mischief. I’m going to tell you about the day Aoibha bought me to the strand. She regretted it long afterwards. I think she still does to this day because she hasn’t bought me there since. You’ll see why later. Now, get comfy, lie down on your doggy bed or sit on a chair like my human does and I’ll tell you what happened when Aoibha and I went to the strand.

 

It was half past ten and, Aoibha woke up. It was Saturday morning. My favourite. I sat up at the bottom of her bed wagging my tail wildly. I gave a little yawn to make her think I was a cutie and fuss over me. Big mistake. “Hello, my little ray of sunshine!” She said. She gave me a big squishy hug and patted my back. I rolled my eyes. I leaped off the bed and went outside the bedroom door while she got changed.

 

When she was ready, walked downstairs with me and made breakfast. I began to wonder madly what she was going to cook for me. Was it going to be normal dog food? If I could, I’d gladly let her know, it doesn’t taste the most appealing. But it wasn’t. She was putting on toast! Toast! I love toast! I began to slobber a bit and Aoibha’s face went red with laughter as she seen me. I have a slight addiction to toast.

 

The toaster beeped loudly when it was finished. Our toaster is funny. The toast comes flying out of it so Aoibha taught me a little game of which she calls, ‘catch the flying toast’. It’s quite funny. We both stood at the ready. Aoibha slightly giggling. I stood up on my hind legs with my mouth open. Three…two…one… I jumped high into the air to catch the toast soaring through the air. Aoibha caught one and buttered it straight away. I caught one also but there was another one that landed beside me. I’m not going to complain about that. The more the merrier. We both ate our toast quickly. Aoibha looked at her daily planner notebook. “Alright then, who’s up for a nice long walk today?” She asked. Because I was the only one in the kitchen, I began to wonder was she asking a ghost or was she pretending I was gone mad. I barked in agreement anyway. “That’s my boy,” she praised. She opened one of the drawers and got my leash. She clipped it on to my collar while deciding where to go. “Want to go to the strand today boy?” She asked. Aoibha always referred to the beach as the strand. Well, maybe it was a strand but considering it was the only ‘beach’ I’ve been to, I don’t necessarily know any different. Tired of waiting for an answer, she smiled and said, “Come on then,” and off we went!

 

The sun was beautifully shining down on us. Its rays strong with heat. The concrete was quite hot and it looked like there were puddles in a far of distance. Aoibha referred to this as an, illusion. My owner likes to google a lot of things. I don’t know why she searches have the stuff she does anyway. One time she was putting a lot of symbols in a search bar and then copying them down in her copy for her schoolwork. She told me she was asking google for answers for her math homework.

 

We neared the strand around forty minutes later. It’s a long walk and my little legs do get tired after a while but it was well worth it. We sat down on a rock for a few minutes. She told me to go play around in the water while she wrote today’s entry in her diary but I’m not too keen on water. As I sat down on a rock beside her, a big black dog came over to us. Aoibha gulped. She didn’t like me being around other dogs because she gets very nervous. Of course, I wanted to go play with it so I desperately pulled on the leash to turn back to the mysterious little fella. She turned around to see if the dog was accompanied by any owners. None were there. Then she seen that there was a pink collar around the dogs neck. Aoibha liked girl dogs and smiled and went over to it. Humans. She looked at its collar. The dog’s name was, Sasha. Aoibha gave Sasha a rub on the tummy which she thoroughly enjoyed. She left me off the leash to play with her for a while but that she was keeping an eye on me. What is it with her and me being around girl dogs?! While me and Sasha were playing ‘hide and go seek’ she was frantically writing in her two-year-old diary that never seems to run out of pages.

 

After a while, Aoibha called me. I said goodbye to Sasha and she marched back him. She was quite a cute and funny dog. We walked along the beach. Right to the end. I found a frisbee underneath some of the stones and begged Aoibha to throw it. She eventually gave in. The frisbee went far across the beach. I hurriedly chased after it, stretching my little legs as far as I could with every stride. Aoibha said I was quite cute when I did that. She referred to me as looking like a ‘running ball of fluff’. I didn’t like that one bit.

 

Half an hour had passed without us knowing and Aoibha and I walked back along the beach where we faced a big problem. The tide was in. The tide was very high. Aoibha mumbled something under her breath which she promised me never to repeat again. I sniggered. Then, a treacle of water touched my paw and I barked and backed away from it. I did not like it one bit at all. “Oh come on Bailey. If you don’t make an effort to paddle across this, we’re going to be marooned here for about eight hours. That is not going to happen!” I looked at her with wide eyes trying to get my message across. Lift me across! As if she could read my mind she replied, “ Whatever you are thinking mister, I am under no circumstances carrying you. Unless you want me to break my back in the process. You weigh a tonne!” I then said goodbye to that idea. There was only one solution and that was to paddle in my humans waist-deep water. Aoibha liked swimming and showed me how to doggy paddle. She attached my lead again. “Just in case of an emergency,” she said. I rolled my eyes. “Though you’re on a leash Bailey, don’t stray too far just in case of a riptide or a current!” That really boosted my confidence. After Aoibha’s psychotic looking doggy paddle demonstration, I stepped into the water, one paw at a time. Aoibha smiled and stepped in after me. The water was freezing! My leash was wrapped around her hand while she swam. I followed behind her, trying with all my might to keep my head out of the water when I noticed Aoibha’s head wasn’t in front of me anymore. It was underwater! The whole lot of her was! She was swimming like a dolphin. A mermaid even! Her golden locks of hair flowing behind her. I was dead proud of my owner.

 

Soon we reached the other side of the beach. I trotted on to the stones and blessed the dry ground I walked on. I shook off all the water. Aoibha wrung the water out of her hair while trying to make herself look someway decent.

 

As we walked home, some onlookers stared wondering why we were so wet. “Well, Bailey. I regret getting really wet and all and destroying my new outfit but overall, today was really fun, wasn’t it boy?” I agreed. It was. I learned how to swim and how my owner was possibly half dolphin, half mermaid. I cannot wait to see what we get up to next!

 

~Bailey

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Aoibha Walsh

I'm a girl with a passion for reading and writing and going on all sorts of treks and adventures.

13 thoughts on “A Walk On The Beach”

  1. Aoibha, your blog entries are a delight to read. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I can’t wait to share your blog with my granddaughter…she will love it, too. Baily is so cute! ❤ Congratulations on your book!!!

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  2. Hi Aoibha! I agree with Melody; your blog is delightful. And look at you….I think I noticed three new stories already….you go, girl!! You are a true writer. Now I’m off to read your other stories!
    P.S.
    I love the photos, too.

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