Frenchie Tink

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So while I was running around at Dog Beach in OB, this lady had me mistaken for another dog. She kept calling me “Cooper, Cooper, come here”. “Who does this lady think she is, or I am for the matter?”, I thought.

She asked my dad if I was his. Of course, that’s my pops. She told him that she has a frenchie that looks just like me running around here somewhere.

What!?! Where?! After running around a little bit more, we found Cooper. He was burying a big stick in the sand. I could tell he wanted to play, but he had business to handle. He wouldn’t let any of us come close to his big prized possession. But that’s ok. I’m used to that. Tink is the biggest hoarder of all-time.

It was interesting to see another puppy that looked (good looking) just like me, but only skinnier. Once again, I look fat compared to another french bulldog.

Well, it was nice meeting you Cooper. See you again at Dog Beach in OB!

Mini Cooper is a Cream Male 2 Years Old French Bulldog in San Diego.

Thanks so much to everyone who gave me advice on whether or not it was safe to take Tink (a 4 Month Old French Bulldog) to the beach, we went and had a great time. We started off our day early in the morning and Tink was still tired because she had kept me up the night before playing till 3am, so she slept the whole car ride to Del Mar. When we got there she was excited to explore her new surroundings. I juggled my beach bag, her toy/water & treat bag, and a case of beer I promised my friend down to the beach. I was carrying so much and controlling Tink at the same time my arms felt like they were going to fall off, not to mention all the times we had to stop so people could pet her, take pictures, and ask me a million questions about her. It really is amazing just how many times you get stopped in a big crowd when you have a cute little Frenchie by your side.

I dropped off all our baggage at my friends tent and Tink and I sprinted down to the water. Tink was very curious about everything on the sand including the seaweed, shells and animals. It was great to watch her try and figure out what was going on, however her attention span was cut short as soon as she saw her first dog. Tink began rushing over to the dog with her playful face on, the dog ran into the water and Tink quickly pitter pattered her feet across the shallow part of the ocean. I had tried to get Tink to put her feet in the water before but until there was another doggie in there she wouldn’t step foot in the water. After the water we went back up to the tournament area, by this time the sand was too hot for Tink’s feet so I carried her whenever we walked anywhere. We spent the rest of the day under a shaded tent lounging around and drinking tons of water. Overall, we had a blast and I can’t wait to bring her back again. I washed the salt water off of her when we got to the car and gave her a bath again when we got home just to be safe.