I surf. Not beautifully, but I haven’t drowned yet, so I say it counts as surfing. Apparently dogs also surf. I know because we got to watch surfing dog championships this weekend at Dog Beach. The canines made surfing look easier than I make it look – perhaps because they are standing on all four of their legs, while I have two arms free to flail wildly as I’m flung shoreward on my board. Whatever. The important fact is that the dogs and I both have a lot of fun doing it. And my family and I had a great time watching the dogs do it this weekend. My favorite competitor was Dozer, the surfing bulldog. The boys’ favorite was Kiwi, a dog as small as the name implies.
I think I smell a picture book in this. I know I smell surf lessons for my sons.