It really is a nasty day in New York. The sun is nowhere to be found, and the clouds are hanging low overhead, almost ominously. The air is dry and frigid, and the general lack of warmth is compounded by a breeze that'd make you think it's winter.
She frolicked on the beach for a while, stopping to sniff every rock only to take off in a casual lope towards the next one almost instantly.
The crashing of the waves mutes the sounds of the surrounding city, so there is nothing for Marge to worry about while she's walking on the sand.
Before we left, I played her favorite game with her where I throw pieces of treat and she has to chase them to get them. She went down into many play bows in anticipation of the food coming her way.
We had a nice adventure. It was one of the longest walks we've been on in a while that wasn't behavior-modification intensive. It's so nice just to stroll with my dog, with almost no care in the world about anything else.