A Little Brown Puppy Comes to Maine and Discovers Her Inner Explorer

My Mommy and Daddy were not very kind to me today. They went to town and grabbed lunch at an outdoor stand that would have been perfectly happy for me to join them. Their excuse was they had to go to the grocery store afterward and the store thinks I am just a dog. So I stood at the sidelight window beside the front door and rubbed my nose all over it in protest for being left home alone.

Daddy felt guilty about leaving me home so while Mom made a big pot of soup for dinner Daddy took me on an adventure. We went to a trail that had lots of wood planks for me to walk to get from dry land to dry land. I have already admitted my dislike for wet paws or anything close to swimming.

Even though I am a very thin dog some of the planks I walked on would bounce as I crossed them. It was a little scary at first, especially when I lost my footing and stepping into the water, but eventually I got the hang of it.

A nice artist and her husband, who carried two walking sticks, loved on me a bunch as they were walking too. I am happy when I can make other people happy, so I let them pet me as much as they wanted.

Daddy and I got to the end of the trail and looked at the boats in the water. It was not unlike looking at the boats in the water at our house, so I thought Mommy must be right behind us. She was not, I looked.

When I got home and found Mommy cooking dinner I got very excited and then very tired. Being mad half the day and hiking the second half had worn me out so I snuggled with my blanket. Then I told Mommy I was ready to dictate my Blog. Thank goodness she is a good typist. I have a lot to tell you about Maine, but I will save it for another day.