Like I said, there are a million steps to get down to the beach. Well maybe not a million, but I counted 135. Close enough.
At first I thought it was too dangerous to take Riley down the steps, but he was so sad to be left behind that I caved in. I took him down on a leash and made him go as slowly as possible. He loved the water, but he kept on trying to bite it.
I took him for a short walk along the beach. He loved it.
He didn't even mind that Daniel was in the kayak. At home, he goes crazy when any one of us is in the pool.
Going back up the stairs proved to be trickier than climbing down. Riley slipped a couple of times and about gave me a heart attack.