The United Nations of Dogs

On our beach everybody is welcome. Nobody needs a passport, a green card, ID card or any other form of ID. The dogs all speak the same language and understand each other. Woof, woof seems to be the universal language. Many of them traveled far by plane to cross the human borders, or cross country by plane, train or car. All to get to that same beach. Even so some were brought up under different languages or different dialect's and life style's, woof, woof and body language will be understood, doesn't matter where they are from and how they live at home. They may get the best food money can buy, the cheapest there is or have a chef cook for them, grooming or no grooming, doggie beds, hard wooden floors or human beds, on our beach there are all the same. They get out of there cars, start running, playing barking some louder because nobody is listening to them. I call them the United Nations of Dogs. All these different breeds, getting along, playing, rough housing and again do not get me wrong, sometimes someone gets hurt, but I have not seen a real dog fight in a long time. Mainly because they understand the rules. How things are done, what it means to lie on your back totally exposed to let the other one know, that you do not mean any harm. The same position means I feel save and I am so comfortable. Biting the neck and pulling on each others ear, teaching each other playfully respect. That's how the Mom's teach there pup's. Mutt's and Pure Breed's, all of them are great, whether there owners have Registered Papers from the Kennel club or if they have been running around some place unknown. It means more to us humans then to the Doggies of the World to be registered and having papers.

Woof, woof

Sabine