I don't know what it is but it doesn't matter what mood I'm in or how I feel or look or anything, when I see my dog Bailey, nothing else matters. He has this uncanny ability to offset any mood I'm in. If I'm sad or crying, he does this crazy cat thing where he rubs up against my legs and butts his little head into my knees. If I'm angry, he'll give me this little pathetic stare and put his paw on my knee to kind of say "Relax, lady". If I'm happy he just feeds off it and bounces around as if he were a 5 lb. Chihuahua, not a 65 lb. beast. As a result, I spoil him rotten. It was hard to do in New York because your options are limited when it comes to outdoors-y things but I can honestly say, he is living the high life in Sydney.
It has been chilly though lately and Bailey and I are both trying not to put on the "winter insulation" that comes with hearty, hot food and heaps of carbs so my Aussie and I decided to head out to Cronulla this past weekend and take Bailey swimming at Gunnamatta Bay dog beach. It was mid-60's and the weather was perfect so we enjoyed the nice drive out there. But as we walked down to the beach, we noticed signs stating "no dogs on sand". What the?! It turns out that my Aussie hasn't been to Gunnamatta Bay in about 10 years so the dog policy has obviously changed since then.
Luckily, I could have cared less and was more than happy to break the rules for Bailey (plus it's winter and we were the only ones in sight on the beach). The water was definitely not appropriate for human enjoyment but Bailey loved it. And although the humans were bundled up, we loved letting Bailey have a blast.
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