This weekend my mom decided it would be fun for her, Ziggy and me to go for a walk on the beach. We haven't gone in a long time and it was 44 degrees and sunny so it seemed like a good idea. Ziggy and I played in the dunes for awhile reading and leaving pee mails. Then we went down by the water. Whoa!! It was W~I~N~D~Y and freezing! Ziggy didn't mind though and he headed straight for the ocean and ran in! My mom started screaming for him to GET OUT! He got out but seemed a little perplexed by her attitude. That dawg should be living in Alaska. Winter is like summer for him. Not me though. The sand was whipping and my mom was afraid I'd freeze even though she made me wear that stupid sweater. So she scooped me up and put me in her coat. That's how we walked on the beach until we got back to the dunes. It was fun but now Ziggy is sandy and salty and has to have another bath (hahaha).