Real Life

Occasionally, my husband convinces me to do stuff that doesn't involve the horses.

Husband and Brienne of Tarth. I call her Yellow Dog.

Last Monday, we drove over to the coast with the dogs to get out of the heat. There is nothing more fun than watching your dogs rip around in sheer joy!

Tobias (the black one) finally has enough room to ditch her!

Yellow Dog LOVES the beach.

I joked about us being "those people" - the kind who do everything for their dogs. Seriously. We drove specifically to a dog friendly beach. There aren't that many on California's central coast. We ate lunch at a dog friendly joint on the pier. We finished the day by stopping at our favorite dog friendly winery for some tasting. They hand out doggie treats! Plus the wine is really good.

Morro Rock - our lunch time view.

Dog friendly gets tiring though. It's a lot of work wrangling two large dogs through crowds, especially when one is still a juvenile and both are wet and sandy. They're both so friendly though (and actually well behaved) that they make friends wherever they go. Nobody kicked us out, and everyone invited us back!

​Real life. It's worth it.