It’s a two hour journey from the Ronda mountains to the Atlantic Coast – which of course is 14 hours in dog time. The good thing is that when we arrive those humans only get two days there: I get two weeks.
And how jolly it all is. I adore the large expanses of sand where I can chase balls and sticks. The master has measured my stride at over 3 metres when I am in full pursuit of a missile, pretty impressive.
But the best way to keep cool on a warm beach for me – apart from swimming – is to dig a hole that means I can lie on the wetter, cooler sand. Genius, I know. The excavation is amusing and especially so when I can get my aim right and cover the humans with sand while they are sun-bathing.
I do get told off but it’s much better than being ignored, don’t you think?
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