My Life as a Maine Innkeeper: It is the waiting that is hardest

Friday, June 11, 2010

It is the waiting that is hardest

People ask all the time about what it is like to be an innkeeper. Amy and Mark tell them how it is a lifestyle not just a job and it is not for everyone. All three of us love it - meeting new people, hearing about other people's travels, telling people about Bath and what a cool little city we live in, and of course, all the attention I get. The hardest thing about innkeeping is the waiting... waiting for guests to arrive, waiting for guests to come down to breakfast (for me personally waiting until they are done with breakfast to see it any leftovers will make it in to my dish)and on nights when we are not full, waiting to see if we will get guests who have not booked ahead. Good thing we have a comfortable place to wait! Here I am sitting by the garden gate waiting for guests (or anyone else who stops by to say hello)!

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Our Journey to Bath

Before Amy and Mark ever even thought about making me a part of their family, they were thinking about being innkeepers. About a year and a half after they adopted me, they left me in Erie, PA and took a trip to explore possible towns in New England to open their new business. While I patiently waited at home with a dog sitter, they journeyed to Bath ME, their first stop on the trip. It was December of 2004 so it was cold and raining in Maine but they fell in love with the town and the people they met. Driving to the next town in New Hampshire in a snow storm, they knew in their hearts that Bath was going to be our new home. They went ahead and looked at the other places as planned, but Bath was it. In February of 2005, they left me once again to look at a house on the market in Bath. It had been a B&B but had gone to a private home for the past couple years. Well, lucky us, they loved the house and put in a bid. It was so exciting when the realtor called us in Erie to say the Benjamin F. Packard House was ours! Things started moving quickly then. Packing up the house in Erie, making long distance arrangements for licenses, sprinkler systems and all the things that go with opening a new business. On May 14th, they packed the car and this time took me along too. We closed on the house on May 16th and in six hectic weeks, opened the new Benjamin F. Packard House B&B! My life as a bed and breakfast dog had begun.