Woof Woof, Big Bro!
Holy tennis balls! It’s amazing what happens when you trade in the wickedness of a Midwest winter for the regular perfection of Santa Barbara. Honestly, I have no idea why Aunt Trixie is so infamously angry. This place is an outdoor lovers paradise whether you have four legs, two legs, or some other combination my dog brain can’t fathom.
Dot and I spent the night at El Capitán yesterday, a truly special state park tucked in beachside under the sycamores and oaks on the Gaviota Coast. We woke up to watch the sunrise from the ocean’s edge, had a quick dip, and then boogied back to town for our morning date with Jenny Schatzle. We thought, being dogs and all, that we had a pretty good handle on staying positive, staying active, and keeping our tails wagging. Then we got on the Jenny Schatzle Program. It is high-octane, gut-busting medicine for your body and spirit, and, yes, you could use some.