‘Tis the season!
Ride along with us - Surf Dog Diaries - in our annual Christmas parade in the Columbia River Gorge. Together, we’re surfing the streets in Hood River, Oregon.
Dog Beach. Dog River. Dog Mountain.
We surf dogs have lived (and surfed) in three states, searching for life’s perfect wave - Dog Beach (California,) Dog River (Oregon) and Dog Mountain (Washington).
Yes, those are real places, all important to the history of the wild, wild west. And surf dogs everywhere - man and animal.
By the way, Dog River and Dog Mountain are neighbors here, across the Columbia River where we live and surf.
Surfing the streets
We started surfing streets in parades in San Diego’s Ocean Beach back in the 1990’s, promoting our old home beach, Dog Beach.
Back then, my first surf dog, Howdy Doody and I marched with the O.B. Geriatric Precision SurfBoard Drill Team - an OB institution, and a killer-good surf club.
OB geriatrics were surfers that were 30 or older. We carried surfboards in parades.
At the time I was OB Town Council President. Howdy and I were co chairs of the OBTC Dog Beach Committee, responsible for fixing up America’s first leash free beach.
The parade tradition carried on, after the OB Geriatric surf club retired for good, and after we moved to Oregon.
All four of my surf dogs were low riders- three bassets and a doxie. All were rescue mutts. No pedigree necessary.
Up on the roof! A 7-foot weiner dog. “Doxie Dasher - up, up and away….”
Windsurfing right behind - 16-pound doxie Doodle...
Who’s that green “Who” of Who-Ville?
Kelsey Jacobson, our next door neighbor girl, dressed as the Christmas Tree in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation movie.
On her shoulder is the cat that tore down the Griswold’s Christmas tree, tangled in lights.
This is small town community spirit.
Here, we all come out to celebrate the holidays - together - at the parade. Or ANY day!
Together, we are all the Whos in Who-Ville.
As the parade ends, the countdown to Christmas begins… with kids and adults chanting…
… Then lights fill the sky -
and songs fill the streets - carols filling homes and hearts all around…
From Doctor Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas:
“Every Who down in Who-Ville,
the tall and the small,
was singing — without any presents at all!”
“… and then the true meaning of Christmas came through…
and the Grinch found the strength
of ten Grinches, plus two!
“Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store -
maybe Christmas perhaps, means something more….”
The Morning After the parade - a Christmas visitor…
Who-Ville gets its first gift of snow - decorating hills and homes… rivers and forests, mountains and roads…
Don’t stop believing!
Snow magic - Santa magic - Grinch magic.
The spirit of Who-Ville.
It can happen any time, any season, any day.
Give with your whole heart - just like your best friend dog does - every moment of every day.
JOY TO YOUR TWO FEET AND FOUR PAWS!
Barb & Doodle Ayers
Surf Dog Diaries