So, this morning, I planned on heading into Clearwater Beach and getting some pictures of it. The temperatures were low, around 50 when I was first heading out, perfect for leaving the beach with less beach combers. As I unlocked Red Rover, a small black dog, looking like part Shih zu or Brussels Griffon with a severe underbite, came running up to me. He had no collar and looked like he had been out for a day or two but not terribly messed up. He, well, we’ll call it a bark, barked a bit at me. I took his picture and sent it to my sister-in-law, but she didn’t know if he belonged to anyone in her neighborhood. So, I called up animal control. As I was talking to the lady, the dog jumped into Rover and settled down in the passenger seat. So, instead of heading out to the beach, I took the little cutie to animal control, who didn’t find a chip, but promised to look for his owner.
Okay, so I head back to the house to shower and change (because he could have had fleas, even if I couldn’t see them), throwing my original clothes in the washer, before once again heading out towards the beach again.
As I began to get close to the overpass, a fire truck and ambulance went flying by me. But I continued on, figuring they could be headed anywhere in Clearwater. Then another couple fire trucks and other police and fire cars went flying by. Soon, I’m stuck in a line of cars are more fire and law enforcement fly up the opposite side of the street. Twenty minutes later, I realized that there was no way to get to the beach. The main street was completely closed down. I turned around (and around and around) and headed home.
Obviously, I wasn’t meant to go to the beach today.