Kelly

I love going to the beach. We mostly go to Shelley Bay, Whitireia (as above), or sometimes to the beach at Queen Elizabeth Park up the coast. I'm off into the water as soon as Dad takes off my leash. Often he'll throw my tennis ball for me to fetch or sometimes just a stick. Whichever it is, I'll keep on fetching it for as long as he throws it. He usually gives up first! I often meet other dogs at the beach too. It's strange how I suddenly go deaf when there are other dogs around. I just don't seem to hear him calling me back, or at least I pretend not to! Mostly I do what I'm told, but not always when there's a chance to meet others of my own kind.