It was interesting to read a comment about the Vancouver attitude many Easterner's note when they first arrive-
Vancouver's core attitude- a sense of God-granted entitlement- twinned with a need for quick returns are our legacies from history, because wealth here was generated by scooping up minerals, knocking down forests and, since 1986, harvesting the last of our non-renewable natural resources: water-view real-estate.
Bizarre sense of entitlement aside, the views are spectacular. One of the great things about Vancouver is the public beaches, and yes- they even have dog-beaches. Erin once referred to them as Happy Land, because you can be in the worst mood, go down and watch dogs cavorting and playing like idiots together, and you can't repress a smile, or laugh at their many antics and personalities.
Of course, it's still Vancouver, and so there are rules. If your dog should be on a mile of empty beach that is not a dog beach (I've found three), then you are in for it:
I'm sure you can see the fine there- up to $2,000! The Don't Mess with Texas people have nothing on Vancouver.
You will note there are no date-ranges given, so it's the same bill whether you get caught in January or July. This picture was taken last weekend- Do you see the family picnics? The main thing is- Vancouverites maintain the right to enjoy their beach dog-free in February if they so choose.
Oh, and if you're walking your dog leashed and lawful on the path, and hear the sound of roaring chain-saws, that's ok- you can absolutely bring your chain-saw to the beach. After all, you're entitled to the wood.
But don't be misled! If you're encouraged by the sounds of roaring chain-saws into thinking you can release your pet-
Hmmph.
Anyway- There's still loads to enjoy here. And just so you don't think I'm all grumpy and negative today, I offer up a moment of last night's fun to round out this post.
I call it, "The Old Underwear on the Head Trick," starring Dallas, the good-natured, very long-suffering, and carrot-obsessed Golden Retriever:
