Maybe it’s the type of people who like to camp tend to like dogs. Or maybe it’s the people that have dogs find it easier to camp than to stay in resorts. Whatever it is, Baja beaches and canines go together like PB & J.
About 95% of the campers here have at least one furry companion or more. You almost look sideways at campers without one, like they have yet to be initiated properly into the club. You often meet new neighbours through the dogs sniffing or barking at fellow arrivals.
A higher-than-average percentage of them are mutts and rescues, and the dominant trait is that they are all chill. They play in groups on the beach, chasing sticks and balls flung in the water by their owners. They all get along...snarls and snaps at each other are very rare. Leashes are never seen except in town.
Oddly, many are large - the antithesis of the typical Mexican chihuahua image. Sadly this means most don’t take any more interest in Coco other than a passing glance...it’s clear she won’t be able to keep up with them. So she bonds heavily with any dog in the under-40-pound range and puppies that she can actually play with.
Despite the rebuffs from the bigger kids on the beach, it is clear Coco is having more fun here each day than she probably has all summer in Kelowna. Here she can just be a dog - free to run, sniff, chase, bark, and nap at will. She can always hang with her people, even in restaurants, and never gets scolded for doing her “business” in the wrong place (because there is no wrong place)! No fences means there is no shortage of views to enjoy and visitors of both the canine and non-canine variety to play with. Ah, it’s a dog’s life!
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