The Princess of Claws

We are regulars at our local Lobster shack, Claws. We may visit other establishments, but 50% of all our meals that we eat out are eaten at Claws. Come to visit us and we are taking you to Claws. Ask us where you should go out the mid-coast, we tell you Claws.

Besides the perfect lobster rolls, we love Claws because Shay is so welcomed there. Tonight we went for supper and Shay jumped right up on the pillow strewn bench and made herself at home. Other diners turned to coo at her. A sweet server came and brought her a water right away.

She made herself as comfortable as possible, while demanding bites of other people’s dinners. Norman was with us, but he chose to surf for spilled morsels on the floor, while Shay sat with her head on the table.

She is clearly the princess of Claws. Always welcomed. Always fawned over. Always happy with her dinner.