Max and I went to the beach after all today.
We went to East Beach on Galveston Island and though I've not been there in almost 4 years I was still able to find my way. We parked and Max & I walked down the beach. Max reverted to his old self and proceeded to chase and bite every wave that came into shore. I realized on the way home that if I understood dog speak a little more I might have recognized the whining to mean, "Daddy, I haven't had that much salt water in a long time and I think I'm going to be sick."
Ah well, the car is officially mine as it has sand, hair and hurl in it. Thank Heaven I didn't need to donate any of those things at this time in my life. I was thinking on one of the first days I drove my new car that my usual christening of it would have been to smoke either a cigarette or a joint with a beer between my legs and the using the stick shift. (don't do it dAAve). Now, I don't even want to smoke in the car. The beer isn't going to happen. I must be older, wiser and sober. Life is good.