I love the internet. Yep, they still call it Dog Beach. I lived right down along Spray St., only steps from the sand.
Even back then it was like living in a time warp - in OB the 60s never ended - but I was poor back then, and living right on the beach was just too cool. I used to do my daily five-mile run along that dike and then would go for a swim and some body surfing; with my dog at my side the entire time. He even learned how to body-surf the small waves!
I really did love living there. Unfortunately it was a temporary work assignment. Of course the growth since then has been tremendous. The last time I visited I barely recognized the area around the airport.
The only bad part was that I had those removable slatted windows that were common in beach houses in the old days, and when I visited my fiancé in LA on the weekends, the hippies [real hippies] would break into my house and steal my food!

For a long time they were very discrete and I nearly thought I was imagining things. But they blew it when they started stealing my steaks!