I’ve lived in Maine all my life, in Penobscot County, to be exact. I grew up in Old Town, lived most of my adult life in the heart of Bangor, and recently got married and moved out to Glenburn, in a quiet country setting. In Bangor, you can look out the window and see people walking by. If I look out my kitchen window now, the only foot traffic is a flock of skittish turkeys.
When I got my dog, Benny, it was over a decade ago. He spent his dog life as a “city boy,” enjoying trips to the Brown Woods on Outer Ohio Street, adventures in the City Forest on Stillwater Avenue, enjoying drive-thru treats on our frequent Coffee Express stops. I still laugh when I think of the time I was walking him down by the stables, behind the old auditorium on Main Street. As we circled down around Paul Bunyan, Benny looked up at the ax-weilding giant, started barking and crouching down in fear. I had to laugh. Can you imagine being him? Out for a morning walk and you run into a huge lumberjack? Oh, Benny.
Fast forward to this past Christmas. My husband surprised me with an adorable puppy! So fun…except, of course, house-training a pup in this bitter cold winter hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park, no pun intended.
Bella, my sweet country pup, living the country life of no leash, sniffing deer tracks, chasing blowing leaves, tromping through fresh snow with no one around. She enjoys the flipside of being a dog in Maine, the country life. When things thaw out, I’ll introduce her to the Brown Woods, the new dog park off Essex Street, and other such city-sniffing escapades. But for now, she’s enjoying the quiet side of life.