Son of a Beach

This last weekend my wonderful and extremely sweet coworker, Sarah, invited Cody and me to join her and her friends at the beach. 



Mr. Prescott had to work, so we got a late start and by the time we arrived at Pacific City our group was eating dinner. We were also in  need of some grub and ate at a place called Ben and Jeff's right beside the Pelican. It was delicious! I would recommend the Cod Tacos!



Afterwards we climbed the dune with Sir Calvin Loo (a must at P. City). We soon called it quits when small drops of rain started attacking us and left to meet up with our group.

Everyone met up at Cold Stone and then drove over to watch the fireworks outside of the Chinook Winds Casino. Calvin had experienced fireworks in the past and handled them like a pro so he came with us. 

As we sat in fold out chairs, we talked about how amazing our dog has been. Looking back, it was border line bragging. "Oh he is just great," we said. "He was so easy to train," we said. Blah blah blah

Then the sky show began with a large BOOM! I cannot describe to you the volume and intensity of screams that mutt of ours began to make. It sounded much like a dying seagull that had been a chain smoker. It is likely that everyone in a 5 mile radius, were able hear the commotion. 

This is close to the noise he made:

The eyes of all those around us were accusing us of animal abuse as we ran our dog to the car and fled the scene. Calvin put on the real show that night, you are welcome Lincoln City.