Had I gone totally mad? Standing in chest-high surf, with no wetsuit, my teeth chattering uncontrollably and struggling to stand against the constant pull of a strong current, I considered the possibility. At 8:15 AM on a chilly, overcast October morning, I reminded myself that I could be sitting by a fire, with a nice hot cup of coffee!
As another breath-stealing wave snuck up from behind, I grabbed for the board and said to my two intrepid young helpers - with as much confidence as I could muster - "This one!" And in a three-way effort, we propelled a terrified Jack Russell Terrier on his way to surfing legend.
Sunday was Mr Jones' inauguration to surfing, and the inaugural Surf City Surf Dog competition in Surf City USA, Huntington Beach. A huge success, the event was... well, just plain hilarious. Costume and dog/owner look-alike-contests notwithstanding, the surfing was outrageously fun. I simply do not think it's possible to watch dogs surfing, without breaking into a huge grin! Cheers and applause greeted each dog, large or small, who managed to catch a wave - standing, sitting, forwards or backwards. The agony of defeat was there too, with loud, "OHH's!" from the crowd for each dog who wiped out; some, like Mr Jones, quite spectacularly.
At the end of the day, every dog was a winner - even my own Mr Jones managed to win for "Best Wipeout!" And, as for the madness of this weekend's early morning ocean adventure - I'd do it again in a heartbeat. For anyone who loves dogs and the sea, I'd go so far as to add this one to your bucket list! Cowabunga, Moondoggie, that was a hoot!
(Many thanks to Diane Edmonds, for capturing the moment through her lens.)