Pit bulls at the beach

We had a nice day down at White Rock beach yesterday (and by that I really mean I haven't slept yet even though it's passed midnight and now officially is another day.) I was ecstatic to have found both my camera battery (lost for a few days) and my camera battery charger (lost for a few months) the night before, so I could get some nice photos of Damon.

As it turns out, by following all the tips from others who know the area best, we pretty much ended up avoiding the actual beaches of White Rock, and stayed down east where the reservation land begins. Not only is this where folks who bring their pit bulls go to avoid the risk of not having a muzzle on, but it seems everyone not only brought their dog there, they let them run rampant for an entire stretch of sand and no one at all seemed to mind. So we joined in on the fun at what would seem like a giant sandy off-leash park. Here are some shots from earlier in the day:



Here he was 'talking' when the photo was taken. He does a lot of this 'talking' (a.k.a. howling and making funny grumbling sounds,) when he wants something, like for us to throw a stick.


We had some doggy visitors, mainly the bigger dogs that weren't intimidated by the bounding pit bull (there were lots of little dogs running around,) and one small puppy something who obviously missed the 'small dogs beware of pit bulls' memo (or was maybe too young to read it.)



Here are some shots I really wanted to get; those classic doggy action on the beach shots. I really like this one...


I call this one the dolphin shot...


Not on our best jumping game today. We tried a variety of funky different camera angles to make one of these shots look good, but it would seem they never worked out; some even landing poor Julia here flat on her arse! (When we were both directly bulldozed by the flying dog.)




Here was when we did venture on to the market-like strip that is the eastern beach-front part of Marine Drive. Hot dogs and ice cream are a tradition, along with sitting to eat in a nice little shady sitting area just around the corner.

Waiting for our number to be called...


We did get asked, only once what breed he was. I had told everybody in the group before we went onto the strip that he was a Viszla X Labrador X Cattle dog. When I was asked I just blurted out that he was a mix. They went on to ask if I didn't know because he was a rescue and I said yes and knew we were in the clear. Think he could pass for a Viszla X Labrador X Cattle dog?

Some more...






Another White Rock tradition; constructing a sand pile big enough to sit on to see how long you last on it while the tide comes in around you. We arrived there around 1:00 pm and waited around until about 9:30 pm after dark when the tide finally hit ours.

Here's Damon, guarding the finished platform surrounded by a moat while we waited for the tide to hit. The light from my camera flash is being reflected off a strip on Damon's jacket.


Only 3 of us took on the challenge and we managed to stay on the slowly shrinking and breaking down platform until the water completely overtook it, and it was a mid-calf to knee deep walk back to shore.


Overall it was a good day and I would do it another weekend in a heart beat. Damon probably had the most fun of all!