Grrrrrr. Enough of the human side of the Outer Banks. Let me tell you what a five-year old dalmatian likes best.
First may I say that Nags Head is probably my very favorite rrrrrff place to vacation. I'm taken to the beach at least once or twice a day where they let me run off leash as long as I'm near my master or mistress, playing in the ocean or sitting by them on the beach. Ahhhhhh, the freedom.
And, did I tell you there are crabs there? Woof, woof, woof!!!!! Wowee, once you pick up their scent, they're easy to find and boy are they fun to chase. You sniff, sniff, sniff. Then, dig, dig, dig. Maybe dig a little more, and they just pop out and they have these claws that just start clicking at you. It's great. You try to give them five, but they're just crabs, so they don't understand. That's when the chase is on. It's great. My mistress calls them ghost crabs. I just call them fun.
Gads, and just when you're getting a little tired of the crabs, you can swim in the ocean a bit. Okay, so it's a little difficult with the waves, but you can chase them too! And then my master, who thinks he eats too much on vacation, will take me for a run along the beach. That's when I have to be on leash, but it's worth it. Great runs.
By that time, I'm pretty tired, so I need to rest up for the great food that I know the family will eat later and hopefully drop on the floor or slip me a tasty morsel or two.
Yeah, this Nags Head place is terrific. I got to go crabbing with the family, play in a fenced in yard, and explore a house that had animal scents that only I could pick up. That's what I call a grrrrrrrr-eat vacation.