We took Apple to the beach last evening.
If you’ve ever met Apple you’d know this project would make us very brave people or very foolish. We’d find out which soon enough.
Apple is a very feisty un-canine-like canine. He hates car rides & is terrified of water.
Sachin had taken him once & after Apple threw up in the car all the way to the beach & back, he swore he wouldn’t take him again until they were both good & ready for it.
So there we were heading to the beach, doggie in the back seat bridled & leashed, armed with water, bowl, towels & biscuits…. Apple’s paraphernalia.
To our surprise, he loved the car ride! He stuck his head out the window, letting the wind flap his ears, goofy grin on his face.
Things had changed!
So far so good!
Everybody was at the beach. It looked like the whole city had decided to spend an evening at Tannir Bavi.
Well, it was a Sunday evening, for crying out loud, what did we expect?
My, he’d never seen so many people in his life before. Apple always assumed that people were put on this earth to play with him. (When the doorbell at home rang, he’d be first at the door, waiting to see who it was, eager to start a game with the hapless soul).
And here the possibilities were endless! He galloped here, there & everywhere, daddy hanging on to his leash, looking much like he was jet-skiing.
He loved children. He barked his head off at them and scared the living daylights off them. He hoped they’d come & play with him, blissfully unaware that what they saw was this great, big, clumsy, dog with large, shiny white teeth, tail wagging frantically, making a great deal of noise.
He loved the sand. He flopped down every couple of minutes, tongue hanging out & a look of ecstasy on his face.
And then we decided to introduce him to the joys of soaking in the warm, frothy waters of the Arabian Sea.
He didn’t want to. He was terrified. He resisted. He protested. Loud & clear for everyone to hear.
We thought that maybe if I waded in the water, he’d see how much fun it was & join me.
Did he? Oh, no! When the waves crashed around my legs, he thought the sea was attacking me & decided he had to save me. He barked, growled, drew his lips back in a snarl & attacked the waves, pawing furiously at the water. He bit at them, trying to frighten them away. He drank a good bit of salty sea water – much to his surprise. Every time the waves retreated, he thought he’d succeeded in scaring them away, until the next wave crashed. And then he’d start all over again.
By now, a few dozen people had gathered around to watch the proceedings, some of them recording our adventure on their cell phones for posterity.
We’d had enough by then.
After some more jet-skiing on the sands, we headed back to the car, with no further mishap.
A couple of more visits and he’d surely be ready for the beach.
But next time, a secluded one perhaps. And on a weekday.