Late Autumn: Provincetown
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The little boys and Sebby and I are staying in a tiny, perfectly renovated house on the far west end of Commercial Street in Provincetown. Sebby has been in a sustained anxiety attack since we got here--I now see how quiet his life in Carlisle is. At home, we often go for walks and never see another person, another dog. Here the streets are absolutely jammed with people, sometimes quite drunk, and the dogs--oh, the multitudes. Asher said he thinks this is a good community because they like gay people and dogs are allowed everywhere. Which is probably a perfectly great way to assess a town. But Sebby is absolutely overwhelmed and I don't think I would bring him next time, if there is a next time. He does love swimming at the town beach, but I cannot tell you just how bad he smells after that--kind of like a dead seagull. And since he is glue to me in our tiny house, I must then force him into the shower, where I bathe him with the boys' all-in-one body wash and shampoo wh