Morgan is our rescued dog from Golden Retriever Rescue Los Angeles. We'd had him for several months when we drove up to San Francisco to attend a screening at the SF International Film Festival for my partner's documentary film, Kimjongilia. It's about the concentration camps in North Korea, where thousands of children are incarcerated.
We awoke early the first morning to gloriously stormy weather. Coming from the desert, we missed the rain. Immediately we headed out to Ocean Beach. It was a deserted paradise, except for seabirds and one lone surfer. There was no one walking on the beach, and more importantly, no dogs in either direction. When we rescued Morgan he was untrained, undernourished and aggressive. We had corrected most of his bad behaviors but Morgan was still "other-dog aggressive."
We plodded through the wet sand down to the shore. "Morgan, sit," I said. A steady rain fell and dripped off my windbreaker as I scanned both ends of the beach one more time before letting him loose. Morgan dashed immediately into the surf. He hopped and bounced from side to side. I threw a tennis ball out into the water. Morgan leaped out to find it but then spotted the surfer out on his board. Morgan tore after him, hurdling over the incoming waves.