THE DOG BLOG - Watson's Wisdom

Dateline: Kennebunkport - Hobnobin' with Prezes 41 and 43

Yesterday, they got me up again at the crack of dawn, dragged me up the dock gangway and hustled me to ole Rose Kennedy's grass. The ONLY grass in sight unless you count the weeds at the end of Logan's south runway - and who's going to swim with me to THAT??

We had what I consider a "meager" breakfast and headed out of Boston Harbor, heading north - minding the speed zone this time. Would not be good to be boarded twice in 2 days! Joel and Sue headed out of town before I had time for any civilized constitutionals. And had rounded Boston Light before I had my rump loaded back aboard.

The trip north to Kennebunkport was smooth and pretty fast. We had some light fog in a few places and a consistent mist along the coast making it hard to clearly see any nifty doggy landmarks. We could make out the twin lights at Rockport MA and passed to the east of the Isles of Shoals: which are really just a couple of piles of sand, weed and rocks. How to tour boat operators sucker people out there?? Along the way Joel kept waking me up barking on the radio telling us of all the whales he kept seeing. Hah - a likely story. We left him in the dust (or foam, as it were) by the time we cleared MA waters. We saw bouys (no giurls), lobster pots of all shapes and sizes, lots of dead mylar balloons, escapees from far away birthday parties, birdies and waterfowl, mostly disguising themselves as lobster pots until they flew out of the way and a few boats here and there. NO LARGE MAMMALS. Of course, I will admit that for most of the trip, I was busy reading the backs of my eyelids, stretched out on the Capn's seat - behind the Capn' - who should be standing and being alert anyway!

We had a few rollers as we headed up past New Hampshire and the southern tip of Maine. We made a course diversion so What's Her Name could take a picture of Nubble Light in York. Fortunately, we stayed well clear of its famous rocks. I did NOT want to don PFD (Personal Floatation Device, landlubbers) and experience the famous (COLD) Maine waters first hand.

Mostly it was smooth cruising and we headed into the Kennebunk River mouth without incident until the humongous day cruise boat with 500 screaming passengers came bearing down on us from out of the River. We were between the jetties and had no place to go. Fortunately, the tide was with us and we were able to maneuver out of the way - because that Capn' was clearly too busy telling jokes to give us some space! We meandered up the river to Chick's Marina - former home of the Bush boat until they got famous and important. Nice marina - just outside of town - but NO GRASS!! What is WRONG with theses people!! They thoughtfully put out a dish with a sign that says "Water for Doggies" - but then they provide ABSOLUTELY NO place to put it when you are done!

We gassed up ($5 a gallon!) and I headed up the ramp after our prolonged journey to get some major relief. Then we moved on down to the near end of the face dock and tied up for the night. Joel got to chat up a newly minted owner of a Sabre cruiser - which has again moved up to the top of his lust chart. My lusts are more simple: like a soft place to sleep, some good two-day old fish guts to roll in and a tasty Angus beef burger.

While cleaning the boat, we got oggled by the Secret Service guys in their cute little inflatble while we eyed their big weapons. Glad we looked harmless. We decided that guarding #41 must be a pretty good gig: move the family up to the coast of Maine for the summer!

After hosing down the boat - and me dodging same, we all headed out to walk to Walker Point - home of #41 and vacation spot for #43. Lovely walking along the ocean, with the scent of the ocean roses in the air. After about 2 miles of Joel's forced march, my little tootsies had had it - and the old man was looking for an excuse to get some "me" time - so we headed back to the boat, while the others continued on, up hills and down. What's Her Name swears Joel dragged them down every street in Kennebunkport. They finally managed to find their way back into the center of town and got some face time with all the tourists and teeshirt outlets there. The best part of the afternoon was waking up to What's Her Face chopping up a steamed hotdog she had bought for me at a stand in town. WAHOOO! I eat tonight!

We were hanging out in late afternoon and had COMPANY!! Dick Curtis, a good friend from the Boston area and fellow Mason with Jim and Joel, has a summer house here in Kennebunkport and came to have a glass of wine with us and take everyone but me to dinner! So I got left with a Greenie and NPR jazz on the radio while they all headed out to visit Dick's house and then go to dinner at Cape Porpoise point at the 77 Restaurant right at the fish dock. (Wish I had been there for the fish dock part!) Nice dinner - but no leftovers for me. Glad I had the hotdog!

Off to bed then. I was whipped from all that sea air and forced march thing. We had rain in the night and right now are hoping the fog will lift a bit so we can head north to Boothbay Harbor where I hear we actually get to stay 2 nights! No bouncy, bouncy!

Well - you got it all folks. I'll be back next time with another tale or 2.

I tried to upload some pictures of me and a few other things - but just could not get any cooperation from the PC or from Blogspot to be successful - so you will have to wait til next time!

Watson. Day 2 and counting down to my bed at home!