A Dog’s Life
One
of my favorite moments in life was when I took my new dog Nikkō to the beach
for the very first time. Nikkō is a six-month-old brown and white colored
boxer. The brown and white colors indicate that he is a “fawn” breed boxer.
Nikkō had never been to beach until last Saturday. As a new puppy ready to explore what’s beyond our house and
a gated yard, we drove to Point Magu in hope that Nikkō would react calm to the
beautiful warm sunny afternoon on a sandy beach with crashing waves.
Upon
arriving to the beach, Nikkō seemed memorized by the white color sand. Sniffing
the sand with his wet nose made the sand stick to it like he was in a scene as,
Al Pacino in “Scarface”. After a
little jog from the sand to water, Nikkō again was star stroked by the noise
and cold waves hitting his paws. He didn’t know whether to jump in the water
headfirst or run back to the car. But like his owner, Nikkō didn’t mind the
feeling of the cold foamy water skimming his paws for the first time. He had
acted as if it was his 100th time ever being at the beach.
After
a few hours of running up, down, and through the water I felt so proud of my
little puppy growing up to love the ocean. My mind was put to ease to know that I adopted a beach loving
dog that would forever be remembered.
