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About an hour into our drive and getting closer to Ocean Grove, Anthony recollected that there was mention of a dog beach between Point Lonsdale and Queenscliff, which is just to the east of Ocean Grove. So instead of following the signs to Ocean Grove, which probably would have been packed with people on holiday, we headed towards Queenscliff.
We first pulled into this parking lot off a beach but the signs showed that dogs were not allowed between the hours of 10 AM to 8 PM.
We asked around a little, got some vague directions as to where it might be so we piled back into the car and made another attempt, hoping we'd find it before Anthony reached his breaking point on patience. We pulled into a dirt parking lot hoping that it was for the dog beach and headed down the path. Seeing some wet dogs coming down the opposite direction gave us hope!
Eureka! We found Narrows Beach, the dog friendly beach!
We stuck along the rocks to the right of the actual beach since the tide was out. You can see in the below picture that the rocks are rather large.
You may ask yourself, "why is Senna on the leash?" Well, being our vocal, crazy, teenager, she has the tendency to run away from sheer excitement at seeing something. So we thought it was best we kept her on the leash.
It's funny to watch them hop over the waves!
Only about 15 minutes after we got there and literally a minute after Anthony just mentioned we should be careful if the tide comes in......a much bigger wave comes rolling in! I happen to be filming at the time but being jolted by a cold wave slapping my butt, I didn't catch all of it. The wave came in so quick and so much higher that it swept up Sete and Chili and flung them towards the rock then actually pulled them back out a bit before Anthony caught up to them and quickly picking them up and tucking each one under his arms.
I was tethered to Senna by the leash in one hand and filming in the other so as soon as I realized what happened, I made a mad dash towards the rocks because Senna was in a running panic and I didn't want her to lose her footing if she ended up getting caught up by the end of the leash. There was no worries of Senna being slammed into the rocks or swept out because she made a beeline for the rocks and scaled it like a mountain goat! It took several urgent coaxings from me to get her down from the rocks so that we could run to the beach and away from the rocks before the next big wave came.
Now the hired car.....well, let's just say it looks like 3 wet, sandy, and shedding dogs had a party in the back seat.
- julie
1 comment:
That last photo is priceless. It's been years since I've seen Tony - since he was a little boy, and in this picture he still looks like he did back then. I can't tell who's cuter - the dog or Tony. Why choose?
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