Tonight is the night before Alice’s Seventh birthday. She’s officially older than I am. When she hits that beach, she runs like she’s a puppy again. So it seemed fitting to let her do that tonight. It’s so wonderful to witness.
Just recently there was a letter in the local paper about the enormous problem of dogs on the beach. I can understand the concern about uncollected poop or getting jumped on by a wet, sandy dog. At the same time, I can’t imagine that anyone who has ever witnessed the joy, the pure joy and freedom, that dogs embody when they run on a beach could deny them that pleasure.
Happy Birthday, Alice.