Out From Under the Umbrella

playing in the rain

She Sips Stella by the Sea



DSCF1391Last week I took a couple of days off to spend with The Tour Guide.  On his suggestion we got up Tuesday morning and struck out for Jacksonville Beach.  Also on his suggestion we took the girls.

They slept most of the two-hour drive there and when we arrived at around 11 a.m. just about all the shops and restaurants were closed.  It’s the off season, I guess, though it’s still fairly warm here.

Though I had read online that Jacksonville Beach is dog-friendly there were signs posted everywhere saying no dogs between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m.  What to do?

We strolled down the sidewalk near the shops and restaurants and found one that was open.  Well, it wasn’t open yet, but the man who was sweeping the alfresco dining area invited us in – dogs, too.  I was pleasantly surprised at how accommodating they were.

With a thick accent I didn’t recognize he said we could sit anywhere we wanted in their outdoor dining area and then he disappeared. There was no one else there.  We were their only patrons.

A few minutes later he resurfaced carrying a metal bowl filled with ice water for the girls.  Moments later a server appeared and took our order.  We ordered what we wanted and then I asked for a hamburger to split between Dottie and Miss Sara.  “Sure, no problem,”  she said.  Our meal came out complete with two doggie boxes for them to eat out of.  Dottie and Miss Sara scarfed down their burger, which had been prepared sans bun, while we sipped on our pitcher of Stella and ate our Gyros.

When we asked our server about a place on the beach we could carry our dogs she said we should just ignore the signs.  “Nobody pays attention to that.  There are always dogs on the beach,” we were assured. With that advice we paid our bill, gave her a nice tip, left caution to the wind, and headed over the boardwalk to the sugar white sand.

It was the girls’ first trip to the beach and they didn’t quite know what to make of it at first. They were confused as to why they were chasing the water one minute and the next the water was chasing them.  Miss Sara recoiled from the chasing waves.  Dottie pawed at them for a bit. Then I took their leads and we ran out as the waves retreated into the ocean and ran back to the shore when the waves chased us back.


I think they had a pretty good time.  I know The Tour Guide and I did!

DSCF1374We could see the rain coming in from the ocean so we headed back to the car.  The deluge came just as we fastened our seatbelts.  Great timing!  And the cute cuddly dogs slept all the way home.

14 thoughts on “She Sips Stella by the Sea

  1. It sounds like you all had a great time. 🙂


  2. I got totally distracted clicking on some of your back posts. I had no idea your loss in faith, divorce and the Brit all happened over a similar period of time. Oh, and the job loss, and house move. Dear me!

    But what lovely photos. Gorgeous dogs, huge long pier, lovely beach, and a happy looking Ruth. HEA ending methinks? 🙂


    • Ahhhh! I went back and read a few of them myself. What a tumultuous, confusing, dark place that was- except for my Brit , of course.

      I’m amazed at how far I’ve come sometimes. And who the hell doesn’t love a happy ending?


  3. Sounds like a wonderful time and how fortunate you were to find that little restaurant that was so accommodating to your “girls.” Our dog loves the beach and frolicking in the waves. She has the best time ever when we take her to the beach.


  4. Looks like it was a great time. You look so good Ruth. ❤ Hubby isn't bad either considering he is headless. 😉


  5. I wish I could train my boys to sleep the way those puppies do!


  6. Looks like you had a good time.


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