It’s better than biting into dark chocolate-almond-sea salt bark
The salt water, the sand, the cloudy sky
On a Saturday morning
The sun pokes through, what a spark
No other people nearby
I watch the pelicans fly
They hover over the water
Those salty waves
I run through the dunes
Is that pompass grass or a Golden retriever’s tail
That wispy brush bobs in the breeze
This place never fails to make me happy
There he is diving off the dunes, my pup up ahead
We’ve been here for hours
It’s almost noon
He runs so hard, so far
Then he stops, I assume to smell something dead
He looks back at me
He takes off sprinting again
Never mind that we’re against the wind
The air smells like salt
But so much more to my pup
I’m nervous to see him keep running
This time away from the shore – and up
Onto those boardwalk stairs
I fear the boulevard a little ways away
He’s headed there
My heart hammers
I can’t run any faster after him
But then I stop
He looks back at me from the boardwalk
I yell – “Billy!!!”
And do a 180
I run hard on the sand, the opposite way
I throw my arms in the air and pray
All that training, all that love
I glance back as I run, 400 meters away
Billy is looking my way
He flies off the stairs
He pursues me down the beach
Full speed
I keep running
Finally, he catches me
I bend down to hug him and we do a dance
I’m glad I didn’t lose the pup to happenstance
I could finally smell the bacon and steak from up on the strip
I hooked him up to his leash
All I had to offer him was this:
A 10-pound gray trout long-deceased
Billy leaned into him with his sandy snout
The poor fish had washed up
The rotten carcass, the horrid smell delighted my pup
I praised Billy and gave him his reward for coming when called
He flopped down in the sand and rolled about
Turns out he loved me most after all
We trekked back with our sandy toes
Our salty hair
I cooked him a steak for dinner
For dessert I had my dark chocolate-almond-sea salt bark
After that run, I felt like a winner
With my pup
We celebrated, holding each other’s hearts


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