{"id":2701,"date":"2010-10-16T18:11:02","date_gmt":"2010-10-17T01:11:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/?p=2701"},"modified":"2010-10-16T19:15:27","modified_gmt":"2010-10-17T02:15:27","slug":"little-dog-big-beach","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/?p=2701","title":{"rendered":"Little dog, big beach*"},"content":{"rendered":"

As promised (two weeks ago), here are some pictures of Rosy’s vacation at Irish Beach. Geoff and I were there too, but she had the most fun out of all of us.<\/p>\n


Exploring the beach on her 30-foot long lead. We also used this opportunity to practice coming when called, and she did surprisingly well. I guess those Humane Society classes are paying off!<\/p>\n


One of the beaches we visited had an obscene amount of kelp washed up on shore. Thankfully Rosy didn’t try to eat it. Crustaceans, they’re another story…<\/p>\n


Digging under driftwood, moments before erupting into the crazy dance<\/a>.<\/p>\n


Her hairless tummy, covered in sand. (I love the look on her face in this picture… oh, the indignity!)<\/p>\n


Our frequent beach trips were interspersed with plenty of lounging around. Worn out from playing in the sand, Rosy was very tolerant of being forced to pose for cute pictures.<\/p>\n


VERY tolerant.<\/p>\n


“Okay, guys, enough already!”<\/p>\n

She also seemed relatively un-freaked-out about the fact that the house we stayed in was perched on a cliff. I worried that she might squeeze through the balustrades and plunge to her death, but apparently she’s smarter than that. <\/p>\n

*I wanted to call this post “Bitch on the Beach.” But that just seems so wrong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

As promised (two weeks ago), here are some pictures of Rosy’s vacation at Irish Beach. Geoff and I were there too, but she had the most fun out of all of us. Exploring the beach on her 30-foot long lead. We also used this opportunity to practice coming when called, and she did surprisingly well. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[18],"class_list":["post-2701","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts","tag-rosy","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2701","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2701"}],"version-history":[{"count":30,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2701\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2731,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2701\/revisions\/2731"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2701"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2701"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2701"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}