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Winifred

Angry Pet ID: 7004
My hang out: Honolulu, HI

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Here’s my story …

I confess, I live in Hawaii, near the beach and yes we have palm trees in our yard. So what? I mean I don’t like the excessive heat, the soft sand is too hard to walk in, the salt water is undrinkable. It’s not paradise at all, especially for a dog like me.

I much prefer our previous home in Duluth, Minnesota but I guess my human parents were tired of the ice storms and the 54″ inches of snow we averaged each year. I didn’t mind. We got to snuggle up near the fire and delight in smoked herring and chicken soup. Once and awhile they gave my elk and moose bones to gnaw on. So nice!

A few weeks after we arrived in this tropical hell zone, my “Dad” decided he was going to take in the Aloha spirit. You see Aloha is the Hawaiian word for love, affection, peace, compassion and mercy, that is commonly used as a simple greeting but has a deeper cultural and spiritual significance to native Hawaiians, for whom the term is used to define a force that holds together existence.

My dad’s interpretation of the word was surfing. He was wrong. I mean what does surfing have to do with love, affection, peace, compassion and mercy? And he wanted me to join him ever since he saw a show on the Discovery Channel about the surfing dogs of Hawaii.

Oh boy! Didn’t Aloha mean mercy?

He bought me a doggy life vest and some dog sunscreen (which is a thing) and drove us out to Waikiki beach.

As we entered the warm water I naturally protested, but I was only 10 pounds and he did provide my food and shelter. Before I could even nip his hand lightly in defiance my paw was strapped to the board and into the clear blue waves of the Pacific I was pushed.

He followed behind with his GoPro strapped to his head intent on recording this foolish absurdity for the riches of a potential “viral” video on Youtube.

My pads could never get a grip on the board. I slipped and fell into the ocean.

I think a gallon of salt water got up in my nose as I scrambled to doggy paddle back to the land. Did you know that doggy paddle is tough in the waves even with the doggy life vest?

My dad picked me up and he made me try again.

It was torture. Duluth, I miss you so much! DULUTH!!!

After several tries and no recordings worthy of the next Discovery Channel special of super surfing dogs, he called it a day.

He dried me off, put on my purple sweater (hate it), then gave me back my reading glasses.

As we got home, I heard Mom shout out, “How’d it go, honey!”

I thought to myself … horrible, worst time ever.

“It was so much fun. We had a such a great time! We’re going back tomorrow!” he answered.