Author: Max

My parents recently purchased a small three person inflatable boat, along with life jackets for all three of us (safety first). I was a little nervous about trying out my sea legs, but mommy reassured me that my little life jacket would keep me safe. We searched online for fun places to go and float around.

Daddy came across Angle Lake, a beautiful lake in a cute little park just south of the SeaTac airport. There was a little beach and even a boat launch for us to get safely in the water. The park was packed with picnic people and bbqs giving off tempting smells that kept distracting me. The beach was crowded with little people running around playing and having fun in the sun. I think they were swimming and playing some game together called Marco Polo, whatever that is. I even saw a couple of people with fishing poles fishing from the pier and from the lake banks.

Mommy and daddy took our little inflatable boat down the boat launch to the water and we all climbed in. The breeze was gentle and created small ripples in the water. We paddled out into the water and began to move around the lake. The sun was shining down on us, but I was not complaining because mommy brought nice treats.

There were houses around the lake and the fur people living there were barking at us. I think they could smell my yummy treats and wanted to try them. Maybe they wanted to ride in our boat? We were having so much fun, despite my daddy having a bad hair day. He tried to blame it on something, but I wasn’t convinced. Daddy wouldn’t let me paddle, so I would just switch back and forth between him and mommy when I wanted another treat.

I got so excited about the adventure that when we reached the middle of the lake I suddenly realized I had to poop. I stood up in the boat. There was no where to go. I walked over to daddy. Sat down. I still had to poop. I walked over to mommy. Sat down. I still had to poop. I stood up again and did my poopie dance of going back and forth between mommy and daddy. My tail went up and my legs started shaking. I think they might have figured it out because daddy started rowing to shore as fast as he could. Mommy was so great (as always) while she soothed and comforted me, daddy frantically tried to paddle to shore.

We were all relieved we were able to make it back to the boat launch and get things taken care of before there were any accidents or issues. I can’t wait until we have another opportunity to get back out on the water in our little boat again.

If you have a small boat and a fur person that likes the water, Angle Lake is a perfect place to relax, have a little picnic and enjoy some sunshine.

So much fun!!

My name is Max and and I’m a Doberman Pinscher.

Welcome to my site. This is my first post.

It’s a hot April day and the sun has been cooking the pavement – too hot for a walk. I can’t find a single shade tree in this tiny yard to lounge under, so I’m stuck inside. Wait, let me back up a little…

I love to get into the car. Getting in the car typically means, I am going somewhere exciting. Sometimes I don’t get out of the car when we stop, which is kind of boring, but it is still fun to get in a few new smells in along the way.

Recently, I got in the car and we didn’t get out for a really long time. This means I’m going on barkcation!

On barkcations we would pull off at these random parking lots along the highway, where sometimes other people would be sleeping and I’d have to wake them. Other times, we would see folks walking their furry friends. We always took a walk around the perimeter to do a security check and, on occasion, I’d eat my food along the side of the car. This was like a long journey. By the end of the ride my boney little butt was stiff as beef cheeks.

I live in Seattle, Washington. It is rains where I live. While on my barkation, I could see myself at home, eagerly awaiting at the window for a break in the down-pour to go outside. I could also see those pesky bunnies hopping all through my yard, teasing me with their fuzzy little tails and munching on my grass.

It seemed, from the signs we were passing, that we were Los Angeles, California. I was here once before, for a week or two. I was not accustomed to those southern Cali smells, busy city sounds, or the pulse on my body of the heat.

I was able to find time to enjoy a hike through a local park, a few neighborhood strolls, and a visit to a dog friendly off leash beach in California. Of course, I wasn’t allowed off leash.

Neighborhood strolls

Pictures from my visit to Mooro Bay Dog Beach in California.