So off we drove to a friendly dog beach. The coastal fog was just what the humans needed and The Mafiosos found the much needed room to romp in the cooler air. I was saddened to see the huge "NO PIT BULLS" sign at the entrance. And I was ready for a fight if we did get turned away. But we weren't given any grief...the most blatant display of breedism we encountered were a few people who would turn away in the other direction with their dogs once they saw Bruno. Hey, whatever. Let ignorance be your compass. In all reality, it's Carmela that they should of have been scared of! Two people did ask what breed Bruno was, and when I answered that he was an American Bulldog, they both said "He's gorgeous!"
But of course he is. I tell him daily in case he forgets.
How could you not think he was anything other than gorgeous?
I mean, he's almost perfect. It hurts to just look at him.
Ok, ok, I realize I may be going a bit overboard. But that's because I realized today that my dog is old. He no longer has the energy he used to have and he pooped out pretty damn quickly. So instead of focusing on how much older he's getting, I've decided to focus on the fact that he's pretty damn beautiful.
Even with his huge ol' butt.
Speaking of butts, that's about all I saw from Vinnie once we got to the beach.
He took off immediately with his nose going into over drive. I figured he was enchanted with seagull shit, and I wouldn't see him until I bribed him to come back with Cheerios. Listen, I'd much rather think he was off chasing seagull shit than dead things to roll in. Which I'm sure he did. But I'm going to pretend he didn't because just the thought of that idea gives me the shivers.
Gino totally thought the beached sucked. He ran to the waves to check them out and immediately hightailed it back to me and my blanket.
He really didn't appreciate sand in all his crevices.
"Yeah, ALL my crevices if you catch my drift."
And see, now I'm back to thinking of Bruno getting old. He's losing teeth. In fact, I think Mafioso Jr. and him both have the same number of teeth now: 2.
Anyway, I don't mean to share our happy trip story with my incessant worry that Bruno is aging by the minute. We did have lots of fun. And, I know that a fun time was had by all because I have photographic proof.
"Don't do it."
Oh, you mean post the picture of you actually SMILING?
"Just wait. Just you wait."
"We need to come back again tomorrow.
There's a rotting seagull carcass I didn't finish rolling in."