I’m really going to miss the beach when we move back to PDX. Franklin has never been one for the dog park. He likes to be on the move, not fenced in being forced to actually interact with other dogs (the horror!). Dog beach has become a weekly tradition for us. At some point in the week one of us will look at each other and say, “Hey, you wanna take the pig to the beach today?”
I’m not entirely sure when we started referring to Frankie as a pig but I know it stemmed from his long famed pig-belly. I guess we were saying pig-belly so much that he became the pig…with the pig belly. Or piggins. Piggles. Pigenstein. He knows that when he’s being called pig, that he’s not in trouble. When he misbehaves, we call him Franklin.
The roundabout point was that the coast is a few hours away from Portland. Not super do-able every week. For now, I’m trying to enjoy it as much as I can and take lots of pictures.
We’ve gone out even when it’s been stormy lately. Last night we had the entire beach to ourselves.It was cold and windy as hell but Frankie ran and ran and ran like a real live, normal dog. I love seeing that.
Some rays peeking through the storm.
Pig belly on display.
Being creepy in bar bathrooms.
I have to start writing again. I just haven’t the slightest idea what to say anymore.
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