Pets Welcome (with well-behaved people)
We have miles of open beach right out our dunes path for great walks and runs with 4-legged friends or visit our off-leash area in the park. For dogs that have too much fun (i.e. find a dead fish to roll on), we have an outside hot/cold shower available for pet baths. We ask that you keep your dog on a leash in the park, do immediate cleanups in designated dog walk areas, and do not leave your dog unattended if he/she is a barker. If your dog is a barker, everyone around you will be unhappy and so will we.
At Andersen’s we consider ourselves to be VERY dog friendly. Over the years, we’ve made some wonderful dog friends. So it is with regret that we find it necessary to limit the number of dogs to 3 per site during our high season (Memorial Day to Labor Day). We have seen an increase in folks traveling with 4, 5 or more dogs. That many dogs has a definite impact on the rigs next door…specifically, chained-up antics (territorial issues), barking (we regard barking from one dog as too much), and many more chances for the owners to miss cleaning up after their dogs.
We welcome you and all your 4-legged friends during our off season (October to May). Please let us know if you are coming with more than 3 dogs so we can plan accordingly and put you in a site with as few neighbors as possible. We want everyone who comes to Andersen’s to have a pleasant stay.
- Fore! The Furrballs Golf Tournament- May
- Grrrrrage Sale for the Pets – May
- Sand Flea Pet Parade – July
- HOWL-O-WEEN Pet Photos – October
- Pet Pics with Santa – December
- Christmas with the Critters – July
We hope you don’t need them, but we do have wonderful veterinarians: Oceanside Animal Clinic, 38th & Pacific–Seaview. 360-642-2232
EBU was a funny and devoted pet and my pal. I still miss him a lot. Friends enjoyed the eulogy I wrote for him and you might too. ~Lorna Andersen Follis
By EBU’s Pal, LORNA
Last year, we bid a loving farewell to EBU, who gently departed the scene in early June. Eleven years is probably a long life span for a Heinz 57 canine that should have wound up in the pound, but instead got kicked out of a car in front of our house when he was 3 months old. That was the day his luck changed. Life with our family got off to a rocky start, but after a $100 visit from the dog psychologist (who worked with us, not EBU), things got better (for EBU, not us).
In our time together, EBU slept on numerous pieces of no-dogs-allowed furniture, consumed great quantities of boned, skinned, chicken breast (we suspected a beef allergy), had a fresh bowl of water every day of his life (in spite of his penchant for drinking from mud puddles), and trained the entire staff at Andersen’s RV Park to give him a cookie when he wanted one.
He was happiest when he was with us. Except if we had a cozy fire going in the fireplace (he was afraid of fire). Or unless we were in the car between Seattle and Long Beach (he hated riding in the car). Or unless we were going for a walk (other dogs just seemed to know he was an easy attack). We always felt safe with him around. Because of EBU, we never forgot to lock the door at night because we knew if we ever had an intruder it would scare him to death.
EBU will be greatly missed by a variety of pharmaceutical companies who sold canine ointments and creams for ear infections, foot pad rashes, goopy eyes, beach itch, belly staph, etc.
Who was the most devoted to whom was always a big question. For all of his life, he rejected soft, clean, well-appointed beds designed just for him only to sleep on the floor next to my side of the bed. It might have been an act of pet devotion or just part of his grand scheme of things, but from that vantage point, he would faithfully nuzzle me in the middle of every night until I threw my arm over the side of the bed and scratched and petted his head for a few minutes enticing him back to sleep.
EBU and I took enormous verbal abuse from family and friends who continually expressed doubts about his intelligence and mine for keeping him. The truth is, I was hooked the minute I looked into his big brown puppy eyes. He and I communicated in whatever strange human/animal language existed between us. He amused me. He kept me company. He was my sidekick. Mostly, I suspect, what I did for him was — fill his food dish. And now I miss, terribly, doing that every day. Rest in peace, EBU.
Please call us if you have questions about our park (360) 642-2231.