How did we get from a Dumbbell to Spiderman

One of our beach buddies bought a dumbbell for the dogs, which I thought was very sweet. She had actually bought it for one particular dog, who prefers sticks, the bigger the better and in order for you to through the stick and get your attention, she likes to drop it on your toes. In this case it would not have made any difference, because everybody else, had the hots for it. I was even wondering, if that piece of wood was boiled in beef broth? They chewed on it, like it was a real bone. The dogs went crazy over it. Barking, racing on the beach and in the water. Following the one who had the dumbbell. Each dog who had it was so smitten by it and prancing around and showing off. Their were certainly no rules for some dogs, even putting someones head under the water, because he was so mad, that she had gotten to it first. In the end nobody held any grudge, they all new, it was just a game and the bottom line, is to have fun. I never get bored watching them or watching nature. Everything is so raw and right in front of them, nothing hidden. The rules are clear, who ever is in charge has the upper hand and the dogs respect that. I was surprised that the obsession lasted for days. Now, they are still playing with it, but the level of intensity has changed and then boredom sets in. One of the dogs had found a children's toy, spiderman. I was in hope to be able to give it to a kid from our beach moms, unfortunately it did not even make it to the end of the walk. The dogs new, that I had it in the bag and persistent as they are, did not leave me alone. So I caved, spiderman got wet, torn into pieces and that was the death of spiderman.

Woof, woof

Sabine