All work and no play can make Golden Retrievers a little stir crazy, so I cannot begin to tell you how excited Tallulah and I were the evening that we snuck away from the business of BlogPaws 2017 to feel the sand between our toes and frolic in the surf on Myrtle Beach.
It was my second time to visit the beach (you can read about my 2014 Florida beach trip and Great Golden Gathering here and here), but it was Tallulah’s first time. My little sister is definitely a beach girl. (It’s not surprising. Her Golden grandmother, Katie, is from Lakewood Golden Retrievers in Melbourne, Florida. My humans and I actually met Katie on our Florida beach visit almost three years ago. At the time, we had absolutely no idea that Tallulah would join our family one day. Life can be funny that way. But I digress.) My human mommy says that if we’d dropped Tallulah’s leash at Myrtle Beach, she would have swum to Cuba. Luckily Daddy kept a tight grip.
If you have four paws and a tail, there are a few of things that you need to know about visiting Myrtle Beach. Animals are not allowed on the beach between 10 a.m. and 5 p.m. from May 1 to Labor Day. Dogs must be on a leash at all times and–I know all of my friends know this, but some people need to be reminded–please pick up after your pets. Humans go to the beach to feel the sand between their toes . . . not something else. 😉 And for the humans who will be joining their pets at Myrtle Beach, there is plenty of paid parking at little lots all along the beach. My humans learned the hard way, however, that the meters do not take American Express and they do not accept $20 bills, so Daddy had to run across the street to get change. Trust me . . . it was worth it.
Our beach visit was quick, but we’ll cherish the memory forever and ever. When I close my eyes, I can still feel the sea breeze blowing through my hair and my feet sinking into the soft sand. It was magical. Wishing you a magical weekend that creates moments and memories that last forever. Cheers!
This past Sunday, we had our first hint of autumn. It was a gloriously cool and crystal clear day. So my sister and I decided to take our humans for a walk in New Orleans’ City Park. (I know what you’re thinking: “We can see your human daddy’s hand holding your leashes. You’re not walking your humans. Your humans are walking you.” Tallulah and I just let the humans think they’re in charge. But back to our City Park visit.) We started our adventure in front of the New Orleans Museum of Art. Being the fine art lovers that we are, Tallulah and I wanted to go inside the museum, but we were there just before the opening so we enjoyed the beautiful exterior.
Our favorite part of the museum’s exterior was this fun alcove with the most fascinating gates we’ve ever seen and a beautiful modern art sculpture. Tallulah clearly loved the sculpture.
According to Walking New Orleans by Barri Bronston, City Park “boasts the oldest grove of mature live oaks in the world, and some–like the McDonogh and Anseman Oaks–are approximately 600-800 years old.” Naturally, Tallulah and I had to take a break on one of the park’s benches to gaze at those beautiful oaks. Tallulah also enjoyed the Spanish moss that hangs from the beautiful oaks, but that’s another story for another day.
We visited the Goldring/Waldenberg Great Lawn (I had to tell Tallulah that racing across the beautiful lawn and having a dig fest would be a very bad idea) . . .
. . . and then headed over to City Putt. Tallulah and I looked this way and that for the giants that play putt putt with these huge golf balls, but we couldn’t see them anywhere. What a relief!
We plopped ourselves down in front of Storyland and Carousel Gardens Amusement Park and waited for the gates to open. But our humans grew restless and insisted that we find someplace for them to have a little bite to eat.
And that’s how we ended up in front of Morning Call. Our humans refused to share their beignets and cafe au lait with us. That’s alright. Tallulah and I managed to bump their hands enough that they got powdered sugar all over their clothes. That’s what you get for not sharing, humans.
As we finished our trip to City Park with a walk around Big Lake, Mommy took a moment to snap a few special pictures of us. She loved the way my coat blew in the cool morning breeze.
And this shot of Tallulah reminded Mommy of my sister’s Florida roots (her canine mother and grandmother are Lakewood Golden Retrievers from Melbourne, Florida).
Before leaving City Park, Tallulah and I took one last look at the Peristyle, a Grecian-style open-air pavilion that was built in 1907. Even though we’d enjoyed a full morning exploring our lovely urban oasis, we’d only touched the tip of the park’s 1,300 beautiful acres. We promised our humans that we would bring them back to City Park, but we were all a bit tired . . .
. . . and it was time for a nice, long nap.
Can you believe that life got even better after my first day at the beach? Can you believe that I woke up the next morning and got to go back to the beach?
And can you believe that I was joined by friends? I had a Golden Beach Bash with eight of my Golden Retriever Instagram friends. It was the best day ever! We started gathering around 11 a.m. at Canova Beach Park, the only dog-friendly beach in Brevard County, Florida. It was a little chilly, slightly overcast, a bit drizzly, and the wind was blowing like crazy. But we didn’t care. That’s Sam on the far left, Brinkley, Carter, and Cupcake. I’m the one on the right with the super happy and totally silly grin.
The day was organized by my friend Carter’s mom. His mom is the hostess with the mostest. She made the fabulous reindeer bandanas for all of us. Isn’t Cater the most handsome boy ever? And why do I look like such a wet rat? Oh well, I didn’t care. I was at the beach . . . with friends . . . and it was the best day ever!
And if you think I was happy, just look at my humans. I would say they were in hog heaven, but it was more like dog heaven . . . Golden dog heaven. That’s my daddy kissing Carter with me hidden in the background . . .
. . . and there’s my mommy with Carter and Harper Lee bookends. More than two weeks have passed since that day, and Mommy still has that smile on her face.
That’s my daddy handing out treats. Carter’s in the middle getting a treat; I’m on the left; and Sam is on the right. It looks like Sam was getting ready to move closer so she could be in better treat-gathering position. I just look like I’m wondering why in the world Daddy is handing out treats to others. The humans distributed a lot of treats that day . . . when they weren’t snapping photos.
Believe it or not, Mommy didn’t take that many pictures. She was having too much fun hugging all of my friends. That’s Brinkley. Brinkley looks just about as happy about hugs as I am.
It’s not a real beach party until the new girl’s face is covered with sand. Just for the record, I was the new girl.
Carter, Cupcake, and I took a quick moment to pose with our reindeer antler headbands. I’m on the left, looking for my daddy at the other end of the beach; Cupcake’s on the right, looking toward the sky in hopes that treats will fall; and Carter’s in the middle, looking handsome for the camera. Can you tell which one of us is the show dog?
The party ended around 3 p.m. with a final group photo. Actually, the party ended with many, many, many attempts to get the perfect group photo. Finally, the humans abandoned any hopes for perfection and settled for fun. Fun is what you get with nine Golden Retrievers at the beach. In the front row, from left to right, that’s Riley, Sam, Cupcake, Brinkley, and Glory and Katie from Lakewood Golden Retrievers. I’m in the back row with Carter in the middle and Luna on the right (Luna and Riley are sister and brother, but they have different human families).
I had driven 760 miles across the Louisiana border and then through Mississippi, Alabama, and most of Florida. (Technically, I was chauffeured, but you know what I mean.) I had enjoyed a magical day in Melbourne, Florida. I put my toes in the sand and frolicked in the surf for the first time in my life. And then I got to spend a day at the beach with eight of the very best Golden Instagram friends ever. The next day, my friend Carter’s mom had a Christmas photo shoot planned for me (you’ll have to wait to see those photos). Then I would hop into the car and drive with my humans to Tampa for one night before heading back to Baton Rouge. But that night, after a wonderful day at the beach, I put my little head down, drifted off to la-la land, and had sweet dreams of my fabulous day . . . the best day ever!