Freya had her first trip to the beach earlier this month and she did such a great job. The trip was about 4 hours away from home. I packed a towel, three bowls, Cloud's and Freya's foods in gallon size bags with the time for feeding (dinner/breakfast) on it, poop bags, anti anxiety pills for the car ride (just in case precaution), and it was all packed in a Books-A-Million bag that they used to give out when you joined as a member and it was the bigger bag.
Upon leaving, an hour or so prior, each dog was fed half of their meal. I never bothered giving them the other part of the meal as they both could stand to lose that little bit as much as I give them treats.
Freya did surprisingly well in the hotel atmosphere and I think that was partially to do with her being in her crate a fair amount of time. Otherwise, she would bark at everything. Cloud was the only one to bark twice--once was when I came out of the bathroom and the other because of someone talking. It was at the hotel that we gave them the medication as we worried about them barking--we considered going to the bar across the street but we never did.
Here is the view of road to the beach.
We got really lucky on the trip despite the fact it rained the first day that we arrived. But that was ok, boyfriend and I chilled in the nice hotel and relaxed and napped until dinner time. Sunday, we got nice clear skies.
Freya embarrassed me while we were at the beach because she cried so much and so hard when her "daddy" decided to go down a difficult path that I knew I couldn't go with her and with the bags and towels I was holding. She was crying in pain the entire couple of feet to the stairs, down the stairs, and down the beach until she decided to lunge to where her "daddy" was.
Surprisingly, she took to the water far better than her water dog brother of a Weimaraner. He hated the water so much. Little girl, on the other hand, was dying to be with her "daddy" so it didn't matter anyway....until the waves rolled in and scared her. I didn't mean for that to happen and picked her up as soon as it did--but guaging waves were not my thing apparently.
Beach day was the first and only time in her puppyhood that Freya actually didn't mind me carrying her. She was very tired and just wanted to sleep. I will definitely have to pick up a life vest for her before the next time we go to the beach or lake. She will enjoy it so much.
This is what she did when she left the water.
She loved to do the wiggle worm on the sand. It was funny to watch. Naturally, when climbing up the stairs moving away from her daddy--she started crying like crazy. Sigh...what am I going to do with her? I think I scared her because she was under the shower head of cold water they had by the bathroom. By the time we got to the car, she fell asleep immediately until we stopped at a gas station on the way home.
Oh the other thing I was proud about--other than how well she did in the water--was how she didn't drink the water like her brother did. Her manner of investigating things involves her paw and tapping it. It's quite cute. Cloud's manner of investigation involves his tongue and swallowing whatever it is--which is why he had a bad tummy ache and had diarrhea at the truck stop and I wasn't very well sure how to clean it all up. Freya did good at the truck stop and with all the people she had met that day--such a big and good girl!
Bread for the Journey
18 hours ago