Nothing could be finer than to be in South Carolina!!!

Well, it's hard to believe our trip to Hilton Head has already come and gone! Last Thursday, Asta and I hopped into our first class carriers and headed (no pun intended) to the airport.  It was so much nicer to chat this way then through our mesh carriers!
Naturally, we headed straight for the beach. Some of you non-city dogs may not realize what a treat it is for us urbanistas to get to run around on something other than concrete and asphalt!  The grass and sand feels just delicious on our paws! 

We took a ride in this big tricycle! Naturally, I let Asta do the driving. Hilton Head is shaped like a tennis shoe and the beach runs along the sole. It was high tide, so there wasn't much room, but that's okay - less space to get lost in!

Naturally, I found a stray ball. Can you believe someone would leave a perfectly good tennis ball just lying on the beach!?! The packed sand is so hard that the ball just bounces and rolls for miles and miles. (Or at least, that what it seems like.) We met a young man and told him to throw the ball as far as he could. It was great! I exhausted him!

Asta and I took a surfing lesson on the beach. It's not easy "hanging 40" but it sure was fun trying. 

Unfortunately, we didn't get any shots of us actually surfing, but we looked alot like this:

Phew! That surfing was hard work. Bowabunga, dudes!

After a little nap, I got right back to doing what I do best -- turning a perfectly good tennis ball into an awful mess! 
After all her belly-aching about her costumes for the movie, Asta insisted on wearing next to nothing. Guess she didn't want her Brazilian stripping to go unnoticed. I had to explain to her that this was family resort, not a nude beach, so she had to keep her harness on at least. 

Plus, you know what an X rating does to a movie's box office.

Ahhh, in between filming, I was one happy salty doggie.

Well, I was hoping to include a clip from the movie but Blogger isn't cooperating tonight. Hope they don't go on strike! That would really throw a wrench into our production schedule. Maybe they'll be better behaved tomorrow. 

Now, I know on Asta's blog, there's a big fuss over me saying she reminded me of an alligator and has all these doggies saying what a terrible brute I am. Geez. There's a reason why you never hear anything about "Drama KINGS." First she makes waves about her costume, then goes naked. Now this. So let me clarify. 

Asta does indeed have a long elegant nose. And a lovely smile. 

And like the alligators on Hilton Head, she's a good swimmer, likes to take naps in the sun and  poses for photos hundreds of times a day. Do the tourists go looking for dogs to take photos of on Hilton Head? No! They're looking for alligators and are thrilled to pieces to find one.
Asta can even dance on two feet, like this blonde beauty! Now I ask you, does that sound like a bad thing? No! Not at all. These female dogs are just so sensitive. Is it any wonder I leave them alone for a good tennis ball? They never complain about a thing, even when I rip off their fuzzy coats, dunk them in a water bowl or crack'em in half. Ahhh, tennis balls. Truly dog's best friends.