Sometimes when i venture out into the world, there are places where i just can’t go. It’s all good, i understand that not everyone wants a 130 pound giant puppy who drools hanging around their table, peering over their shoulder, or generally taking up space. I don’t mind, really. I am not the ideal dinner guest.
When i do visit places that let me in, i always snap a few selfies and put them out through my social media (check me out on Instagram or Facebook or click on over to my Dog’s Life page). I like to share the love of those who love me.
When i wander by a place that prefers two-footers to four, i’m ok hanging in the car or staying at home.
But…
Recently, we padded past a place that pulled my parents in. I don’t blame them for stopping because even though it was cold outside, there were heaters above each chair, so i knew we needed to pause our plans. Upon closer look, there was also a football game on the big screen and the happy guy behind the counter was serving up delicious looking drinks. We were definitely going in…or at least mom and dad were.
The happy guy behind the counter said he loved me, came over and pet me, snapped a few pics of my mug, told others to look at me, but in the end, said i could not come in.
Actually, what he said was that i could stay nearby, but couldn’t belly up.
I understand and i don’t mind. I know who i am, i know i am loved. If i can’t belly up because someone else said no, i can at least keep my foot in the door so they don’t forget i am there.
i’m a dog, i love life, and i have flaws. i’m perfect. imperfect. Just. Like. You.
