You can’t see me, but I ‘m having lunch at the new sandwich deli in town. I’m sitting under a table, my butt is on Kristina’s feet, and I’m watching the day go by. I’m only allowed to eat from my dog dish, so I’m not actually having lunch, but the lovely deli staff brought me a bowl of water.
Check out the couple sitting on the bench. The lady is talking away and the dog is nodding politely.
“Psst,” I bark. “Come have some water.”
“Seriously, dude,” the dog barks back. “My human is telling a story.”
I chuckle, knowing he’d rather play than listen, but I get it and I leave him alone.
The thing to note is what a dog friendly place the town is. I’m at the deli and the other dog is on the city bench. Everyone is happy.