banknote wrote:Looking good, Red!
You're story reminds me of a visit to a friend in Manhattan Beach, CA. My old golden, Mugs, was a total surf dog and frisbee freak. I took him down to the beach for some exercise and it was January, so even though it was sunny, nobody was on the beach. Totally deserted. There were people walking/running/rollerblading/etc on the "boardwalk," and a few of them said "leash please" as we walked past with Mugs at perfect heel, which I just laughed off. So I get him out on the sand and he's putting on a show, skying out for the frisbee and we're having a ball, still nobody else on the beach. Then a lifeguard in a Suburban comes driving up. The guy was cool, friendly to the dog and even chatted a bunch about his own, but told me no dogs were allowed on the beach. City ordinance or something. I asked where I could legally run my dog on a beach and he said Huntington, which was at least half an hour away. He was basically doing me a favor, couldn't give me a ticket if he wanted to, but said LE would definitely do so, especially if someone called to complain. So Mugs and I walked back up to the boardwalk, and just as we got there two city cops came running down to the wall and leaned out looking both ways up and down the beach, obviously looking for us. We kept calm and carried on, Mugs at heel with no leash, and they never noticed us, but holy shit talk about uptight!
sucks man. That's tough.