Around Maine, TSD

The Dog Gets Sandy At Baxter Boulevard // Portland, ME

On this beautiful September day, my dogĀ Luna and I decided to head to Baxter Boulevard. It’s a 3.5-mile loop around the bay that has it all: blue ocean, city views, lush greenery, and skyline. From the seaside to the highway bridge, jogging the Back Cove Trail is like taking a mini tour of Portland, Maine.

From the seaside to the highway bridge, jogging its path is like taking a mini tour of Portland, Maine.

But before I go further, let me explain something: I use the term “jog’ loosely. Somebody (ahem, Luna) loves to burn all her energy by sprinting and lunging at puppy passers-by in the first five minutes. When she peters out, she stubbornly plops in the shade of a tree, and when we finally get going again, she begins the old “stop-and-sniff” routine…

But I digress.

It was one of those perfect fall days where the sun was warm, the breeze was cool, and the sky was blue and clear. Anyone who lives in New England knows that these dream-like days are fleeting, so we savor them every time they come around. Maybe that’s why we Mainers love being outdoors so much!

Anyone who lives in New England knows that these dream-like days are fleeting.

So when we rounded the bend past the Baxter Boulevard parking lot and noticed that the tide was high, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to wade. Although Luna just got a bath yesterday – which she hates, now that we can trap her in the stand-up shower – I had to let her splash.

Once Luna gets her toes wet, she loves to lunge at the waves and slap her paws in the water. She starts to prance in the swells – at least, as much as she can while still on a leash. But today, she did something new. Today, she decided to drop her face to the ground, bum in the air, and roll the side of her head on some mystery object lurking in the sand. And from past experience, I knew: whatever it was, it was bound to be icky.

I leaned forward and squinted to see was was half-buried in the sand and rocks, and saw… a dead crab. Nice one, Luna!

After she all salty and sandy, we continued on our jog, with energy renewed. (Maybe there were magical powers in that crab corpse, after all.)

One of the best parts about having a dog is that even when they’re naughty, they remind you to enjoy the little things in life – and that it’s okay to stop and sniff every once in awhile!

One of the best parts about having a dog is that, even when they’re naughty, they remind you to enjoy the little things in life.