Max the Golden Retriever is Moving to the Beach
Published by Max June 14th, 2008… you know, this summer cut is feeling pretty nice… and I am pretty sure Molly was impressed when I saw her at the dog park…
… uh, oh… here we go again…. that funny sounding bell rings a couple of times and all of a sudden all my people start scrambling around the house… Hey, the boy has my tennis ball that I left in the front room…. What’s he putting it in my box for? And the man… he’s got my stuffed squirrel…. In the box it goes…. I’ll bet…. Yep! Time for a ride in the car…..
Oh, boy… maybe this time it’s a trip to the lake…. I haven’t been there in what seem like forever…. I really need to check out the new smell again…. And the yellow water… nope, the lake’s not this way…. Hey! Are we driving in circles again? That’s no fun….. We’re right back where we started…. Okay…. I’ll get out… back into the house…..
Sniff… sniff…. Hey, there it goes again…. The smell of new people….. sniff, sniff….. yep, they went into the room where my snacks are…. Sniff, sniff… and into the room where the boy keeps all his stuff…. Sniff….. sniff….. these new people went everywhere….
What’s the deal? it keeps happening…. First the funny ringing sound…. The people put all my toys in the box…. We go for a ride, but don’t really go anywhere… and then there are new people smells all over the house when we get back home….. maybe it’s a new people trick…. I wonder what the treat is? And what’s with all the vacuuming? I leave my hair all around to make it soft for the people but they keep getting rid of it…. What? Do they think I can keep shedding forever? (heee…. Heee… little do they know….)
…. Oh well…. Better put my tennis ball back where I left it…. What if Tia came over and I couldn’t find it? She already can read better than me. I don’t want her to think I can even keep track of my tennis balls….
Ring…. Ring…. Oh, no… not again…… wait a minute….. the man is talking but no one is grabbing my tennis balls…. What’s he saying? ‘Sold’ What’s that mean? Are they selling me? I told them I would grow out of chewing on the furniture…. Maybe I made them fetch the ball for me to many times…. Come on….. I was only joking…. I’ll get it next time….
… oh, the House is sold…. Whewwwwwwwww….. the house is sold, not me…. For a minute there…. What a minute…. The house is sold? That must mean we’re moving….. oh, boy… I’ve been hoping to move to the dog park ever since I first saw it…. Yeah!!! We’re moving to the dog park… we’re moving to the dog park…. Circle…. circle….. what?
What did the boy say? Moving to the ‘Beach?’ what is the beach? I know I got in trouble for calling Molly something pretty close to that… but no one seems mad that the boy said it? Maybe I barked it wrong…. I mean Molly didn’t seem TOO upset….
I wonder what the beach is? I don’t think I’ve ever been there…. Lake, dog park, nature park…. Vet… backyard…. Tia’s yard….. nope… don’t think I’ve been to this beach thing before…. I sure hope there are fun things to do at the beach….
Hey! What about my tennis balls? And my friends? Will they be moving too? Any what about Nikki with the great breath? Is she going too?
…. I’ll bet it’s about to get strange around here for a while…. I hope someone remembers to let me outside….. I would sure hate for another ‘accident’ to happen…. I think they’re still not happy about the surprise I left them under the dining room table that time they came home late from work….
hello aubrey,
i couldn’t find an email address for you (on nextdaypets)but wanted to tell you about a novel i have gotten published about where our pets go when their time on earth is finished. didn’t want to “advertise” here, either, so if you wish to delete this so i’m not “advertising,” please do.
ps: there is a golden in the story named Skye.
Max,
Buddy, I can’t believe you’re moving to the beach.. I’ve never seen a beach before, but my dad said he grew up on one and it’s suppose to be great.
He asked me to remind you not to drink the sea water at the beach. He said it’s salty and will make you poop like water.
I hope you’ll keep posting.
Lick ya later
djembe the dog
http://www.djembethedog.com
Hey Max!
You are so lucky to be moving to a beach! In Minnesota there isn’t any salty beaches but i did go to the lake beach today!!
It was 86 out—my M-o-m says, “Finally!!” I was thinking to myself that a summer cut would feel prretty good now at least until my M-o-m said “Puppy Park”; and i got to go swimming in the big lake with the beach behind the park for two whole hours!! And i met some things there called turtles (mom: it’s that time of season and the turtles are trying to get to the sand to lay their eggs) which are really fun because you get to go bobbing for them. Then we took the 5k walk around back to the car and I AM POOPED OUT. Wake me up when you’re done moving…
Rippi Roo
Wow…my mom’s been reading a whole bunch of your entries and telling me about your adventures. I think it would be cool to move to a beach…although…come to think of it….I don’t like water. I walk “around” puddles.
You can tell I am not a Golden Retriever.
But I bet there would still be some great stuff to sniff. Don’t you love sniffing? It’s the best.
My momd and dad adopted me from the SPCA four years ago. I was there for a long time until I found my forever home. So I don’t want to move because I’ve got all my favourite spots mapped out here.
But I am looking forward to hearing about all of your new adventures after the move.
Brinx
Oh Max you are soo lucky to be moving to the beach. I’ve never even seen a beach apart from on tv off course. Be more careful now you will be living near the water.
lots of lics
xox
Hi Max!
We just read about you on cnn.com! How exciting is that! Congratulations!
Your new friends,
Jake and Tycho
Woof!
Hey Max! Happy July 4th to you. Boy, ‘moving to the beach’ sounds great! We have a dogbeach here. It’s got a GIANT puddle called “Lake Winnebago” and sand, like the cats’ litter box, minus the tasty poop - and it’s also got the most awesomest skin conditoner/dog cologne/scent-to-die-for thingies ever, just laying around for you to roll in. Mommy calls them “dead fish” and SQUEALS and tries dragging me off. Go figure! I don’t much care for all the smelly stuff she puts on when she’s getting ready for work either. But ummmmm….dude, try the dead-fish treatment first chance you get. Lemme tell ya, chicks dig it!
Well, watch out for those awful “fireworks” tonight, I’m staying under the bed!
Later!
haha, that’s so cute!
i want to move to the beach!