Let's get through these last 2 days quickly, shall we? On Day 3, before showering, Doc and I decided to hop on the bikes and take ol' Henry to the beach. My brilliant idea to just let him ride in the basket failed miserably when I realized only his butt would fit in. Most dogs could probably just run along side the bike, but Henry has the short leg syndrome. Doc was a champ and said he'd just carry him.
I rode in back and had a lovely view.
Our trip to the beach didn't get to happen since we realized we were past Henry's visiting hours. On this strip of beach, dogs are only allowed before 8:00 or after 4:00. Bummer.
It was really hard to feel good about the progress we'd made in the house when everything still looked like this.
The furniture may have been somewhat arranged and the curtains may have been up, but there was still stuff sitting ev-ry-where! These two days were all about finding places for the knick knacks, hanging pictures on the walls, and making trips to various stores to pick up forgotten items.
Since Nick had already left, we were down to one hammer and one level, so there was lots of stealing them from each other.
"Who stole my hammer?"
Mom and I did lots of staring at boxes and wondering where the heck to put things.
I thought once we left home we'd be done with the projects, but I was wrong. The tv sat too low in the armoir so we built this make-shift box for it to sit on.
I guess it wouldn't have felt right not getting to paint something over the weekend. We picked up a can of black spray paint to help our homemade box blend in.
Henry made sure to try out every position on the couches. I think he really likes them.
On Day 4, ol' Henry finally got to see the beach! He had no idea where we were going. I tried to ask him if he was excited, but he wasn't really sure.
Here he is arriving at the beach, only I don't think he'd even noticed the ocean at this point. He couldn't see past those monster stairs he was about to have to climb down.
It was a great day to visit the beach. Not many people out, but the weather was really nice.
Oooh wee, Henry was not so sure about that ocean!
Seems ol' Henry had a few things to say to the ocean, and I don't think he used his nice words.
Dad kept trying to trick Henry into getting close right before a big wave would come.
But those short little legs of his can back-pedal faster than any of us imagined! He did get brave and take a bite at the foam.
But that's as close as we got to Henry going for a swim. Maybe this summer when it's blazin' hot he'll want to go in. We'll see.
That's all I've got for Days 3 and 4. The house tour starts next. Yeehaw! For now, I'll leave you with paw prints on the beach. Awww.
