this little morning bear. we swam unmolested by the beach nazis along with another dog and boy and several moms and kids. when the beach nazis are away the people are free to swim and play. little bear is a confident swimmer now, and we swim toward the pier throwing the ball again and again. when she gets it she veers toward the rocks i think more because that's what you do when you fetch a bird or a ball, but when i throw again she's ready to keep swimming. a girl pops her head up from behind a rock and asks how deep will your dog swim? once he feet are not touching she could swim no matter how deep it is. i wish i had a big dog to swim with she said. little dogs swim too, i said. well some, i guess it's true fewer than big dogs. a perfect day, she said. it was, it started that way. but later with lulu the beach nazi's were patrolling in their trumpian orange uniforms. i walked past one on the sea wall then up and around and onto the beach heading north whereupon the orange nazi starts yelling halt! halt! the beach is forbidden! i ignore him perfectly, unhurriedly, then a fat orange beach nazi comes out of the snack bar yelling get off the beach, these beach bitches are getting distinctly uncivil, i say, whatever, and keep walking, i'm almost at the end anyway, he says you wan me call the popo? do whatever the fuck you want, asshole, i say, and he goes back to leaning his fat against the snack bar. so then lulu and i go to the point and all the people are happy swimming unmolested by the beach nazis there and we have a grand time and lulu has all the young girls smiling and she kisses a swimmers face and the swimmer says thank you and i say thank you.