Not My Best Day
It was bath day today - and I am not talking about a celebration of where we live but the fact I had to get my yearly bath. Amy and Mark took me to a "do it yourself" place which was having a fundraiser for the local animal shelter. The volunteers washed me (with help from Mark) for a $20 donation. Not a bad deal for them but not great for me. I hate baths! Even more humiliating was Amy taking pictues which I am sure she will post to my blog. Oh the indignities I suffer in order to be a good innkeeping dog.
Our Journey to Bath
Before Amy and Mark ever even thought about making me a part of their family, they were thinking about being innkeepers. About a year and a half after they adopted me, they left me in Erie, PA and took a trip to explore possible towns in New England to open their new business. While I patiently waited at home with a dog sitter, they journeyed to Bath ME, their first stop on the trip. It was December of 2004 so it was cold and raining in Maine but they fell in love with the town and the people they met. Driving to the next town in New Hampshire in a snow storm, they knew in their hearts that Bath was going to be our new home. They went ahead and looked at the other places as planned, but Bath was it. In February of 2005, they left me once again to look at a house on the market in Bath. It had been a B&B but had gone to a private home for the past couple years. Well, lucky us, they loved the house and put in a bid. It was so exciting when the realtor called us in Erie to say the Benjamin F. Packard House was ours! Things started moving quickly then. Packing up the house in Erie, making long distance arrangements for licenses, sprinkler systems and all the things that go with opening a new business. On May 14th, they packed the car and this time took me along too. We closed on the house on May 16th and in six hectic weeks, opened the new Benjamin F. Packard House B&B! My life as a bed and breakfast dog had begun.
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