On Christmas we decided to take my last year Christmas present to the beach for his this year Christmas present. It's funny it was such a special occasion since we live less than 300 meters away, but the Thai Street dogs aren't really tolerant of Montana's lack of knowledge on territory and on what looking like a "bad ass" actually looks like. To sum it up, he's pretty much a princess who thinks he rules the world. And humans and dogs alike all know that that those are some of the most annoying character qualities on the planet. Therefore, every time a street dog comes around when we are out of our complex with Montana, we have to do that flaying bluff charge you are supposed to do when you see a bear in the wilderness. It's especially ridiculous and pitiful to have to do it to a 35 pound malnourished animal who just wants to know why you are in his backyard and why the other dog is doing everything that goldilocks does in someone else's household, so we try to avoid the beach most of the time.
When we first got our animal, he didn't like the beach because the sand hurt his paws, now while he likes being at the beach, he's terrified of where the one foot deep shelf breaks off into a three foot deep shelf (which is actually only a couple feet into the water). This might have to do with the post traumatic stress disorder he succumbed to after being frequently tossed into our pool. I'm going to overlook that possibility though. He also gets tired of walking and scared of the other doggies and needs his daddy to carry him. He's a bona fide pansy. If he were a traveler, he'd be on a tour bus. He likes being out, but he just prefers a little protection. I wouldn't change him though, he is easily the best unintentional comedian I've ever seen and he's so fluffy!!!
