Rosy does this thing Geoff and I call “the crazy dance.” It usually happens on a big patch of grass—more often than not, one of the nicely manicured lawns that we pass on our walk. It starts all of a sudden. She could be sniffing or just walking along, when BOOM! She runs one way! Then she runs the other way! Her eyes bulge out of her head! She pauses to catch her breath, daring us to join in. Then she’s off again, tearing around in circles, having the best time a greyhuahua knows how to have.

Last week at the beach, I caught the crazy dance on video. (To the extent that I could, anyway.)

And yes, that music WAS playing in the background at the time. Amazing.

(Can’t wait to see what sort of dirty Google searches I get with this headline…)

I’m still planning to post adorable pictures of Rosy playing in the sand, but in the meantime, here are two signs we encountered while walking around Irish Beach. The first was posted near the Point Arena pier—ironically, not too far from another sign urging people to boost their karma (really!) by picking up their dog’s poop. That’s right, pooper scoopers are good for the spirit, but molest one of my chickens and I’ll shoot you dead!

The second is a sign that was posted all over the neighborhood we were staying in. Maybe it’s funnier to me as a writer than to the general observer, but… if my dog is on a leash, has a license, and has had her rabies vaccination, does that mean we’re only fulfilling one of the three requirements?