Well, we’re packing up on our last day in Santa Clarita. Saturday, we drove from Sacramento to Agua Dulce with three dogs and three people to drop Lucy off at Villalobos. Roland, one of volunteers, was with us with his Villalobos rescue dog, Dulce. He wanted Tia to see her since it’s been years since he adopted her from Villalobos.
The trip was smooth and seemed shorter than I thought it would. Lucy got a little ancy in the crate toward the end of the trip, so we made a final stop to let her potty and stretch her legs. Of course, when three Pit Bulls pile out of an SUV that has big orange “Chako Pit Bull Rescue” magnets on each side, people notice. A number of people stopped to pet the dogs, and one couple in particular loved little Lucy.
After that last stop, we made the final leg of the trip to Agua Dulce. Tia’s directions were perfect, so we found it with no problem. We delivered some donations that a shelter volunteer up here had asked us to pack (those took up the very last bit of room in the car). Tia met Lucy, and I gave her the whole spiel on Lucy’s history again, with some more details about what I’ve observed of her temperament since she’s been in my custody. Tia graciously let me go back to the kennels so I could see for myself what accommodations little Miss Lucy would have, at least during the transition to their new place.
Then, we took a few photos (since dog folks are notoriously camera-happy about anything and everything they do with their dogs), and left. I have to admit I got a little teary-eyed on the way from Agua Dulce to Santa Clarita. I really wish I had a spot for Lucy myself, but all of our foster homes are full. I know Lucy is safe, and that’s a lot better than being euthanized.
We checked into the very dog friendly La Quinta Inn in Santa Clarita. Our plan was to spend the next day in Santa Monica to take the dogs to the beach. Well, Santa Monica is not, apparently, a very dog friendly town. Not only do none of the patio restaurants we encountered allow dogs on the patio (except for the dive stands), but none of the beaches allow dogs…at least none that we could find. So, we ended up having to drive along the Pacific Coast Highway until we could find a place that was a little less crowded and didn’t have any life guard towers.
Finally! We found a little place near a Vons and Chevron and took the dogs to the beach. We put them on long lines and let them chase the tennis ball. Vinnie got rolled in the waves a few times–butt over head–but had a blast trying to catch the tennis ball in the rolling waves. All three of the humans got pretty soaked, too, and Roland’s phone might not ever recover.
The dogs pooped out when we got back to the hotel. I don’t think they stirred all night, though Vinnie didn’t feel very well. He probably swallowed too much salt water or maybe got a touch of vertigo, but he’s much better this morning.
Now, we’re off–cleaning up the hotel room, packing up, and heading down for the continental breakfast. I’ve got tons of video to work through and edit when I get home, and then I’ll be posting Lucy’s trip to Villalobos on our YOUTUBE channel. So, stay tuned!
In the meantime, I’ve uploaded a few seconds of the dogs’ beach fun (yes, we dog folks reallly are camera-crazy). A little girl walked up to Roland and Dulce on the beach and said Dulce (who is mostly white with a few black spots along her fur), looked like a Dalmatian. Roland kind of nodded and said, “Yes, she does look a little like a Dalmation” to which the little girl replied, “You know, Dalmations are not good with children.”
Roland got such a kick out of that statement, I don’t think he mustered a reply. Fortunately, for the little girl, Dulce is not a Dalmation. She’s a Pit Bull, and Pit Bulls by and large are very good with children. Dulce and Vinnie in particular are true to their Pit Bull heritage in that aspect.
Vinnie gained a fan, too. A father from Iran and his little girl watched us play with the dogs. The father asked what kind of dogs they are, and we told him they’re “Pit Bulls.” He commented that Pit Bulls are dangerous, and we did a bit of polite educating. He watched us a short while, and then asked if his little girl could throw the ball for Vinnie. Of course, we agreed, and Vinnie made two new friends that day on the beach.