Being Diesel

Life’s a Beach

October 21st, 2007

Given that I live in Florida and I’m within a 20 minute car ride from some of the worlds best beaches I thought it was high time I took a break and hit the sand (and my overly protective puprents thought it was finaly cool enough to let me go).

I wasn’t sure if I should first try kite boarding, boogie boarding, or traditional surfing, given I’m the adventurous type I was open to all options. My huMom thought I should first get the lay of the land so to speak so we decided to walk the beach for a bit.

After a few distractions I finally got to the water part…given that bathing takes water I should have put two and two together. This was not a fun outting, this was an attempt to drown or bath the Diesel (in my world when you are this small and cute it’s one in the same).

The big “B” (aka Bacchus) seems to have the all the beach moves down…I’m going to have to study him and practice a little bit harder.

Then I discovered it, sand, glorious sand…. I can dig in it, I can move it, I can roll in it…I can even poooh in, errr, I mean even get to china if I work at it enough.