After hiking through McNee Ranch State Park, we headed down to the Montara State beach located across the way on PCH. Whenever Finnegan first steps in sand, he freaks out a little bit, squats down (like the downward dog yoga position), and his tail spins around like a helicopter. When in this "frisky puppy mode", he runs around and kicks up sand everywhere. This in turn makes him run around even more, trying to play with the sand--something that we don't have the heart to tell him will never reciprocate his playful advances. This is exactly what happened once we made our way down the steps to one of the most beautiful beaches with soft white sand. After inhaling more sand than he could handle, Finnegan finally plopped himself down behind me (since I could provide him adequate shade from the sun--a human umbrella if you will) and took a quick nap sprawled out on his side. Finnegan's body form actually looked similar to a beached whale. His snoring did pique the interest of children passing by, trying to get their kites to soar in the air. Z decided to relax as well and we had a quick break from the hike before driving back into the city to pick up some much needed coffee. Can't wait until this weekend. It is the monthly "Pug Sunday" at Alta Plaza Park in the city and Finnegan can roam around grass hills with his fellow pugs. I'm looking forward to being surrounded by tons of pugs to fully confirm the fact that I am a crazy pug lady.
