We got to go back to Bar Harbor. I knew where we were, but I can't go down the stairs anymore. I just don't see well enough and SHE doesn't like me whimpering and shaking, which I need to do to get up enough courage to try. I guess I really need for her to carry me. I can go up stairs though. A nice lady kept me with her during the services so I couldn't help HER at the altar this time. It was ok. I had enough treats and I stayed nice and quiet. Coffee hour was pretty good, there were some bits of cheese left for me and I wiped up part of the floor eating bits of cheese and crackers that people dropped.