The right side

We entered Canada across the International bridge from Detroit, passing over to the right side of the Detroit river.  After a quiz about guns, liquor, and tobacco which we seemed to pass, the only comment from the border agent was that he would be glad to go live in our home if we would take over his job.

Terry and Brenda spent a few days giving us a familiarization tour of the area before embarking on their Alaskan cruise, leaving their dog, Koby, to our tender mercies. 

Now, De Anne and I have a great deal of experience caring for canines; however, this one is about 100 pounds lighter than most of our previous charges. On the plus side, since the current politically correct trend is " puppy pooper scooping" a small dog is not without his charms.

We have biked and driven to various points on the Detroit river and in each case I was pleased with being on the right (Canadian) side.