Out: The Sandy

In the summer, A and I take Otis to the beach almost every day. The beach in front of our apartment is closed to dogs (boo), so we take him to a semi-secluded dog beach that's about a 10-minute walk away.

This beach has no name that I'm aware of, but some locals call it "Kite Beach" because it's a popular kite boarding spot. A and I, in our infinite creativity, just call it The Sandy because it has a wider stretch of sand than the beach in front of our apartment.

The Sandy has a pier that Otis loves to jump off of, provided we throw a tennis ball for him to fetch first.

By "loves to jump off of," I mean will completely freak out and jump around you while you're trying to walk down the pier, essentially blocking your path preventing you from throwing the ball that he's so excited to fetch. This makes perfect sense to Otis. In his enthusiasm, he has nearly knocked us off the pier and has succeeded in falling off himself, more than once. Not a graceful site.

It is quite a site when he finally does jump, though -- that gusto translates into him getting several feet of air before he hits the water. I got this shot on August 4, standing out in the water while A threw the ball.