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Sailorgirl Sage

Punkins

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 I'm totally gonna eat the punkins this year

The Final Fall Voyage ~ A Trip to Potts Harbor

Since the boat is being hauled out next weekend, we decided to make one last trip to my dad’s most favorite watering hole, the Dolphin Marina and Restaurant in Harpswell, Maine.

Not only do they have the best fish chowder in New England (which they serve with a homemade blueberry muffin), but they command quite a spot on a beautiful point overlooking Potts Harbor. Family-owned for over 40 years, the Dolphin always treats us like family too when we visit – and the Bloody Marys aren’t too shabby either (according to my dad…I’m still too little to try one)!

As a special treat my mom saved me her blueberry muffin, which took me about 3.0 seconds to inhale and left tasty blueberry crumbs all over my fuzzy little grill. 

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 After that I was really in need of a walk so we pulled into port at Chebeague Island for a quick stroll but alas, some people were playing a round of golf and my parents (for reasons completely incomprehensible to me) don’t think I’m mature enough to refrain from running full speed onto the course and taking off with those nice peoples' golf balls. I don’t know where they get this stuff. I made sure to tell them how put out I was about my abruptly terminated walk:

So for one last time we puttered up the river, back to the boatyard where she’ll be buttoned up for winter and rest quietly until next spring (which, btw, takes a FREAKISHLY long time to arrive here in Maine). 

Not a bad little Sunday!

 P.S. How do you like my hAirecut?

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Boothbay Harbor, ME ~ Where Every Dog is a Celebrity

If you’re taking a pawcation in Maine, you absolutely must visit Boothbay Harbor. It’s the dog friendliest town in our great state, and there’s barely a store that doesn’t have a water bowl out front or a shop owner who won’t invite you in for a visit!

This August my parents took a boat trip up the coast to celebrate their one year anniversary, and I got to go tooooo!

First stop was Seguin Island, beautiful and uninhabited but for the lighthouse keeper and his wife. From Seguin, you can see all the way to Casco Bay on a clear day, and the views are indescribable. There’s a great hiking trail that runs the circumference of the island and it’s just perfect for energetic puppies and their families. 

Seguin has moorings in a protected cove, but dogs will want to be rowboat-ready to get to and from the shore. My dad really wanted to spend the night in the quiet cove, but being pregnant, my mom said she’d much prefer a slip, so off we went to downtown Boothbay Harbor. 

Now, one thing I will tell you is that if you are a dog, prepare to be treated like a star. Prepare to be loved and adored by everyone you meet. Prepare to be given the keys to the city-because people in Boothbay Harbor LUURRRRRRRRRRVE dogs. In fact, dogs are welcome most everywhere you go in this little coastal town. My first order of business was to visit the pet store Two Salty Dogs to see my frozen dog treats for sale live and in person. What a thrill! And naturally I had to pick up a few ‘supplies’ from their large selection of treats and toys while we were there.

@ Two Salty Dogs

Next we popped into the Chowder House  for a mid-day snack. In Boothbay Harbor, puppies never have to worry about getting the dreaded stink-eye from a waiter-instead, they bring you a water bowl and some soup crackers!

@ The Chowder House, showing off my new recycled float rope leash from TSD's!

The anniversary celebration really got underway the next morning when we cruised up the bay a bit to the Spruce Point Inn Resort where I lounged by the saltwater pool and helped myself to the dog bones next to the reception desk. They order in the best sunsets at Spruce Point-check it out:

 The best part about my mom being pregnant is that she can (and will) eat ice cream by the truckload (much to my dad’s chagrin), so at night we took the boat back into town to my most favoritest place on earth, the Ice Cream Factory. Don’t be jealous of my doggielicious dessert! 

After a couple days at the Spruce Point Inn, we loaded back into the boat and spent a lazy afternoon motoring up the river to Damariscotta. We saw so many porpoise and seals! But we hit a minor speed bump when we got to Damariscotta: 

Not quite so dog friendly. Oops! So off we went to Christmas Cove instead, where I was once again given the A-List treatment at the Coveside Marina and Restaurant, and I was even invited to join my parents for dinner on the deck. 

Such a fun trip I almost didn’t even want to come home! But I missed my stuffies 

I'M GETTING A BABY FRIEND

Last August, my parents got married. I nearly stole the show as their dog-of-honor, 

but that’s neither here nor there because this Spring, we found out we’re having a baby. Of the human variety.  Babies are the end of a dog’s pampered existence miracles, amiright?!

Now, I am decidedly on the fence about this. On the one hand, babies can always be counted on to have some sort of sticky mess on their faces that makes them taste like lollipops. But I have a sinking feeling this is where the advantages end.

What will become of the sublime joy I take in making a racket so incredibly loud that even our most distant neighbors can appreciate it? (Yes, appreciate. My barking sounds like the sweet soul stylings of Aretha Franklin. Oh you doubt me? Dogs have better hearing than people-look it up.)

Where will I sit in the car now? 

{Currently I like to sit here}

{And here...if I must}

Does the baby have to go everywhere we go? Because I'm not ashamed to say, I like to be RIGHT up front and center whenever we take trips:

And all those stuffies! There are so many! And they look and taste suspiciously like MY stuffies. Will I have to sit in the corner if I accidentallyonpurpose eat one? 

Luckily my mom had the forethought to order our baby this little getup 

so the baby will know right away who’s boss. Me.