Trying to decide what to do with Joey’s ashes has been a little challenging. I lean toward symbolic and maybe a little ironic settings. Most importantly, we want to spread his ashes at places where he loved to be, and at places where we know we will be back to visit.  Yesterday, Trey and I went back to a beach we fell in love with this past spring, but of course, being in California, there are “NO DOGS” signs posted up everywhere. California has so many rules posted everywhere. They should just have a sign posted when you cross the boarder that reads “HAVE NO FUN AND LIKE IT!” We felt it fitting to spread some of his ashes at this beach. He would have loved it there.

There is another beach where we want to spread his ashes because we had a hilarious moment there with him. This particular beach allowed dogs “on leash”, but most people just let their dogs run free, so we followed suit. Joey was behaving in his normal ways. He loved the beach. He loved to swim and chase birds. I don’t know if he had been in the car too long that day, but when it came time to leave the beach, I picked his leash up off the sand and he flipped out. He started running, no, sprinting 100ft circles on the beach! He ran over peoples blankets, and he ran up to this little girl, stomped in the sand covering her with water and sand. She started crying. The look on her face was priceless. Trey and I had no idea what to do. We just kept yelling out his name telling him to stop, but he was full on CRAZY. People were laughing. Even the people whose blankets were now covered in sand. Joey could be a real ham, and if he wanted us to know something, then he would do what ever it took to get our attention. We still look back on that day, laugh and wonder what he was thinking.