Nandy in a Nutshell

     Hello, dog biscuits! It's Casper here, back at it again with another guest appearance on Nandy's blog. If you want to see more of me (likely) or more of her posts (slightly less likely, but don't tell her I said that), make sure to follow this blog and come back every Friday for new additions. Ok, now that the promo is out of the way, I have something deep to talk about. And when I say "deep," I really mean deep. A few days ago, we went to this weird place a few naps away in the car. After I was so rudely woken up and the family got out of the car, we set off on a walk down some steep wooden stairs. Now, that's strange enough to be considered a blog-worthy adventure, but it gets weirder, so just you wait.

     Anyway, after almost getting trampled and/or flipped over on those stairs, this strange grain-coated ground was what awaited me. The rough grains (I heard the humans call it sand) got in between my toes and was on the whole not something I would recommend my fellow canines step in. However, every step overturned some of the sand, which released the most delectable aromas into the air. Smoke, other dogs' pee, and something salty and fishy, all for my smelling pleasure. I was content to sit in the sand and sniff for a while, and maybe get some sunbathing out of the way while I was at it, but this was when it all went downhill (again, literally. I am not a dog of symbols and allusions; those are human impracticalities).

     The tall guy and Nandy, as well as some other tall guys and laughing human-pups, started walking downhill to what looked like a rolling blue carpet. I thought it was water, but to this day I'm not totally sure. It was a deep blue from afar, but as I got closer, it became the clear I was used to expecting from my water dish at home. As we went closer to this water thing, the sand underneath me got cold at first, and then fine and wet. Then, out of the blue (the water is blue; get it?), a white carpet of foam came from the rest of the water-thing and attacked my paws! Of course, I ran away, but the rest of the humans dipped their toes in it. What? 

     Later, I accidentally got a little foam on my paws. It dissolved immediately into a watery feeling, so I'm almost sure this was just a large water dish for the Supreme Dog or something. It would be fitting, I suppose. Although the water wasn't really my thing, I could see why the humans enjoyed it. The feeling of it running over you, cold and refreshing, is something I could see as being potentially pleasant for creatures nor burdened with luxurious manes like mine. It also had a certain serenity and it made the humans happy (and got them soaking wet, might I add), so for that, I give this excursion 4/5 pawprints.

Thank you for reading this post and thank you to Nandy for transcribing this into human-speak. See you whenever Nandy next runs out of ideas!