Today we had an early start so we could get to the beach with Cooper when it was still nice and cool.
We headed off following our friend Barry and Cooper's play-mate Ginger (unfortunately Dot and Loki have had enough of Cooper's exuberant nature already), to Sycamore Cove.
It's a California beach just outside Malibu and Los Angeles County, in Ventura County, which means that dogs are allowed on the beach.
Saying that, lots of people do take their dogs to beaches in L.A. County, but 'unofficially'.
I still have to pinch myself sometimes when I think we're actually living here in L.A. and we get to go to the beach so much more easily than when we were living in London. Also here it seems so natural to be going to the beach, especially when the sun is shining and you see all the surfers in the ocean.
I practically live in shorts and a t-shirt here, whilst in the UK I always had a coat to hand just in case of the unpredictable weather.
Anyway, Cooper seemed to enjoy the sand beneath his paws and wasn't at all phased by the crashing waves.
To be honest, he adores Barry and loves to pester Ginger, so I'm not even sure he registered he was on a beach really.
We got there at about 9.15am and high tide was 10.43am, so there were lots of waves to splash through as we raced up the beach.
There were other dogs, lots of kids and even people fishing on the beach, so it was the perfect place to get him used to being around people.
We tried him on his long leash which meant lots of fun untangling Cooper and Ginger every five minutes or so.
I think we can safely say he enjoyed himself. There was lots of digging in the sand, splashing amongst the waves and let's say Ginger deserves a medal for what she puts up with (she loves it really though).
As it was nearing high tide it was good to know that Cooper was safely on his leash and wouldn't be swept away in the current, which was quite strong.
Now where's Cooper disappeared too? Ah, there he is...
I'm sure by next time we'll have him swimming in the ocean, as we know how much Cooper enjoyed his first time in a swimming pool.
With one very satisfied and tired pup, Charlie, Cooper and I drove on our way back home down through scenic Malibu along the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH).
Let's just say, a nice brush and a bath awaited Cooper when we got home.
As I was wet, sandy and in my trunks already, I thought I'd join him (to make sure he washed behind his ears)...