The Portland Lobster Co., where dogs are not only welcome, but they are provided treats and a water bowl on the deck (and bites of lobster, haddock & shrimp). I had wonderfully fresh and delicious fish and chips and wine; Sandy had lobster and shrimp and beer; all while we were treated to the gorgeous foggy (and rather chilly) view above. Mr. Jefferies made new friends everywhere we went -- EVERYBODY here loves dogs and especially Yorkies, it seems. He was welcome in ALL the chichi shops, and given treats in many of them. I had a cougar groupie moment with the lead singer of this band. Sweeeeeeeeter than honey.
We did some great shopping, found some really unique things, then locked the keys in my car and had to call AAA to unlock it. The guy came in less than 10 minutes and broke into my car in less than a minute. (Etiquette question: Should I have tipped the AAA guy? I felt awful that he left and I didn't tip him, but didn't even know if that was de rigueur. I've been a member of AAA for like 25 years and this is the first time I've used them in that entire time, so I figure they've got enough of my money. Then again, I know that it's like everything else -- the local guys who perform the service are NOT the ones making the money, so I just don't know what is the protocol, and now I feel bad.)
But in OTHER WORDS, Sandy, Mr. Jefferies and I are having a great time.
Tomorrow, we fly via TinCan Airlines (I kid! They have small planes -- and I do mean SMALL -- but they have incredibly lovely personalized service, and we actually feel a little bit like celebrities.) to Nova Scotia to visit Paula (formerly Hired Hands).