This week I’ve been granted the amazing responsibility of watching my brother’s dog Finn while he and his family visit Arizona. He’s a 6 month old Short Haired Wheaton Terrier. I love dogs but I’ve never had the pleasure of owning one. This week will be a nice trial to see if I could handle the responsibility and hopefully get one of my own!
Newport is a great city for dog lovers. There are parks at nearly every corner, the Cliff Walk, downtown streets and beaches galore to entertain both you and your pup. Many establishments in town have outdoor areas allowing you to enjoy everything Newport has to offer with your companion. Just this past Sunday I had breakfast at Corner Café on Broadway with a friend. Finn and I walked there from my house in
A Cautionary Tale: Don't bring the horse in the house.
Like many historic towns, Newport, RI has a rich oral history. My father in law, the late John Hogan, was a great story teller. In addition to being a life long Newporter, he worked for many years as a docent in the mansions. Tales about Newport families - wealthy ones and everyday people - would just spill out of him whenever we visited. I wish he had been a blogger because many of those stories will be lost over time. Here's one of his more memorable urban legends:
Sometime in the last mid-century, a family lived in a big, beautiful house on Old Beach Road in the Kay Catherine section of Newport. They had a barn out back where the family horse resided. One exceptionally cold Christmas Eve,