This is my dog, I love my dog, however he was not nor has he proven to be an intelligent animal. Lovable, goofy, charming, but by no means intelligent. As was proven by our day at the beach. We found a beach up north that allowed dogs and decided to load him up and see what he thought about the ocean. Batman has a few predictable actions, one being if we run he will always, without fail, and with complete disregard for safety chase us. So to get him to go into the ocean we ran out a few feet thinking he would follow in at a moderate pass, and we could see how he liked it. However he charged in headlong, disappearing under a small have only to pop up a foot or two away with a big dopey grin on his face. My overarching fear of the ocean forced me to snatch him up, lest he be dragged out by a rip tide and be promptly consumed by the various denizens of the deep. So I took up to the safety of the beach and engaged in his favorite activity, digging. I would dig, then let him take a turn, he would dig two or three times, then stare at me and wait for me to take my turn, and this got us into a rythm. Now on one of my more zealous turns I looked away for a short wile, and when I pulled back to allow him to dig he was no where to be found. I looked to my left and saw him happily eating sand......