CHESTERTOWN, MY KIND OF TOWN
(That would be Chestertown, MD – townofchestertown.com)
It was the first day of a 4-day trip away from our “summer home,” aka Calvert Marina,
Solomons MD. After docking Steve has his duties and I have mine, potty break for dogs.
At the first cross street a door opened in one of those quaint houses that abound and an elderly
bichon lady (I later discovered that she was 13) limped down the steps followed by an attractive
owner, red jacket, white pants.
King Louie IV is a jumper so I quickly shortened his lead. But he showed no interest in the
owner’s pristine white slacks (his normal target, much to my chagrin), being totally enchanted by
the tiny woolly mammoth within his reach.
She graciously allowed his sniffing and he was soon joined by Mikhail B, he who is named for
“THE” Mikhail B. (Another story there.)
The ice was broken and it was easy to ask for a hug, even though I was sweaty after 4 hours on
the boat. I did apologize!
We chatted, of course, and parted ways.
I love my “job!”