Day 1174 Why???

 

Just curious—when did we become a society that can’t go out to dinner without bringing our pets?...Why???  Or should I just say dogs, since I’ve yet to see anyone dining out with their cat, chicken, bird, or pony. Sorry, not sorry, but I don’t believe animals should be sitting up at a public table..do what you want at home. Couldn't this pooch at least have stayed on the floor, under the table?? And to make matters worse, Yes, I did see the owner let the dog lick a plate....ugh! Not sure you can sanitize that plate enough for me to want dinner served on it after that! 

Once I snapped this photo, Tim knew his birthday blog would be overshadowed by this fine dining four-legged hound.. The tiny, purse-sized dogs that once were brought along as fashion accessories are now being replaced by dogs of all sizes, everywhere. And I’m sorry (not sorry), but I don’t think dogs need to shop at Marshalls, stroll through grocery stores, or belly up to a bar stool at restaurants.

Apparently, I’m in the minority, since countless people approached this man and his dog, raving over how “well-behaved” the dog was, and how adorable (what??) adding even more fuel to this madness. Maybe I need to throw one of my chickens in a carry case, since they’ve clearly been neglected by not joining Tim and me when we dine out!

Tim always has a way of making me laugh, and true to form, when he suggested it might be “one of those dogs that makes people feel good about themselves,” I couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, how I love him.

I’m all for service dogs—working dogs that are trained and truly needed. Service dogs are allowed everywhere, as they should be. But therapy dogs (not that this scruffy-faced hound was one) are not service dogs and should probably pass on the fine dining. They belong in the backyard, chasing their tails and romping in the great outdoors—after all, they’re animals.

So needless to say, Tim did not get a puppy for his birthday, but he was definitely spoiled with royal treatment. Then again, isn’t he always? He requested coffee cake, and like magic, one was whipped up for him, baked, and served with his coffee—though he seems to have forgotten his short-lived desire to become a tea drinker. His spoiling will continue since it’s his birthday weekend. Sixty-two looks pretty darn good on him, and somehow, I think he looks better each year. Not sure how that’s possible!

He and I even came close to visiting the Animal Rescue League to check out some cats—we’re getting closer.

Maybe someday soon we’ll bring home a furry friend of our own—but I promise, they won’t be joining us for dinner. Until then, I’ll keep shaking my head at the “dogs at the table” crowd and counting my blessings for a husband who keeps me laughing. Or maybe we should join the insanity, get a pet that can't stay home without us and drive people crazy by brining it everywhere....