Paws in the Sand

I'm on a break at college, stranded here without my trusty car (which needed work done on it), frustrated because my texts aren't sending to my boyfriend (we like each other, but our phones don't), who is supposed to be picking me up several hours from now.  My internet connection is mostly nonexistent because of my location smack-dab in the middle of campus on a cold concrete outdoor bench.

What better time for writing a MargeBlog to remind me of the pooch I'm going home to?

As I hinted yesterday, Marge and I took a walk all alone on the beach yesterday.  It lasted about an hour and spanned about 1.25 miles each way.  That's a fairly long way when you're trudging through sand!

When we got there, Marge spotted the last vestiges of the now-gone beach season.  As I've mentioned, dogs aren't allowed on certain New York City beaches during the warm months, but, in the winter time, they become paradise for dogs like Marge who'd rather walk with no one around.

Though the strip of beach isn't that wide, you still can't see over the dunes of sand to the path where joggers and bikers are usually found. It gives the illusion of being totally isolated. The sounds of the ocean, when the tide is rough, also helps to mask outside sounds.

Marge turned to look back at me, urging me to catch up.

And so we continued on as she wished, her agile black body moving swiftly across the wet sand.

Next, we explored one of the jettys. The tide was low and quiet, so we were able to walk alongside it.  Marge stretched out to retrieve a treat that I had dropped, careful to not let the water gobble her up.

At the next jetty, Marge stood tall and looked out at the vast expanse of sand around her. This was quite a ways away from the first one pictured, but I didn't take many pictures in between since the sand can be kind of a boring background sometimes.

After walking through a field of beach grass and getting temporarily spooked by someone yelling loudly on the other side, we reached this old formation.  It appears to be part of an old boat dock or something, and it's on a part of the beach that isn't used much even in the warm months, as far as I know.

Our final stop was one more jetty. We were now approaching the busy boardwalk and I surmised that Marge wanted a drink of water, so after this plummet down on to the sand, we started back the way we came.

We ran for some of the way back, though I tired out quickly. For the short time it lasted, it was exhilarating to move at such fast speed with Marge. If not for the fact that Marge was eager to get back, I may have dropped the long line. Here, she poses one last time after our little sprint, a total contrast to the sun reflection on the water behind her.

One final shot before we climbed upwards back towards the path, which I spoke about yesterday in the training update.  

Needless to say, we were BOTH tired after this voyage!  Still, it's usually great fun when we go out together, and I'm glad to have these scenic and special walks with her.  Perhaps that's one positive of having a fearful dog - I'm forced to walk in beautiful places and take myself away from busy life in the city.