Angry puppy.

Let it be established right now that Bennet, my dear, sweet girl-puppy, does not like the ocean.

At all.

I made her play in the waves. Her response was to run the other direction and glare at me. If looks could kill, I'd been dead and buried four times over.

After rinsing off my own feet and allowing her to leave the shoreline, prissy little princess trotted all the way home, barely stopping to sniff, pulling hard on the leash in my hand. She was wet, she was mad, and she wasn't going to give me the time of day until I learned from my mistakes.




Until we got into the yard at home. Then all was well, and cuddles resumed.