Simply Sharrvelous

We finally got her across the Rambla, and she dragged herself along at as slow a pace as possible.   That is, until we passed the shop where we occasionally buy her ice cream.  Then she wanted to go in and kept looking hopefully.  No, she’s never been able to go in, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to.

Mattie pitched a fit on the sidewalk of the Rambla, refusing to leave the beach.  This went on for about a quarter hour.  Really stubborn Sharr who loves her beachies.

Sometimes Mattie refuses to leave the beach.  This is her sitting down and saying she’s NOT LEAVING.  Have you ever tried to pull a hundred and ten pound dog in a direction she doesn’t want to go?

Mattie strolls in front of the murals at the yacht club on the Rambla.  They were done a few years ago  to commemorate the 75th anniversary of the club.  Mattie just likes being close to them because she knows she’s close to beachies.

These two pictures were taken as Mattie came over a rise with the sun behind her.  Doesn’t she look cute?

When you see her in pictures like this one, especially the first, you understand why people think she’s a bear.  But she’s a Sharr, my Sharr, and I love her.

Two pictures of Mattie leading with her nose.  I think she’s got one of the best sniffers in the world.

So she’s not quite Michael Jackson, but she was dancing!

These pictures are of Mattie playing hide and seek with a big tree on the beach side of the Rambla.  It’s a large, parklike area with a lot of use.

Mattie pulled me out on the causeway during the tide – no keeping her back, not even the scary stretch.

And here is a set of her pawprints on the beach.  I think they look cute.