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“Captain, you don’t need to sniff everything, boy,” the tour guide shouts, gently tugging the scraggy-white bichon frise by the lead.“There’s plenty to eat – but, seriously buddy, who’s walking who?” one says, while snacking on a pretzel with mustard.“Just add a cup of milk to their bathwater.” Throughout, the owners drink craft brews while the dogs chew on soft-centre peanut butter biscuits under the table.We next move to HB Provisions, an old-fashioned general store, for a hockey puck-shaped whoopee pie and scoop of vanilla ice cream – served with a biscuit bone for the pups.While Dennis tells us about the history of America’s favourite chocolate-frosted sandwich (it’s an Amish tradition, I learn, brought upstate from Pennsylvania, but also the official state treat of Maine), the dogs make a mess of the pavement. It is right off the turnpike, but you don't hear the turnpike enough to bother your sleep.
There is a Scalawags (selling this ’n’ that souvenirs for cats and dogs), a Digs, Divots and Dogs (gifts for dog lovers and golfers), and a number of restaurants displaying dogs welcome signs. Guests are getting more for their money when compared to other properties in this city. This property is also rated for the best value in Kennebunk!Needless to say, in a town like this, every dog has its day and it’s a sell out.This particular afternoon in mid-June I’m in the company of Maine Foodie Tour’s Dennis and Captain, as well as Addie (an Australian sheepdog from Rhode Island), Ellie (a local rescue mongrel), Tillman (a mixed-breed hound from Maine) and Georgia (a Scottish terrier from New Hampshire).