I had to laugh when Herself read me an article in our hometown paper, The New York Times. It featured a fellow like this chap in the picture. Just to remind you, while he’s very handsome, he isn’t me. I do dig that bowtie though, don’t you?
We both said to each other, what’s so new about taking a dog out to dinner? I go out to so many lunches and dinners I can’t keep count, I run out of paws, but … there’s one difference, I’m usually in my ‘home away from home’, my Black Bag, (of course, it would be black, this is New York after all). I’ve been to the best restaurants, the best private clubs, the best pizza parlors, the best coffee shops. The owners didn’t know I’m there. I lay low in my chic black bag and, sometimes, even take a nap. Remember everyone, I’m only 4lbs so it’s easy to fit in anything and not be noticed.
But, Herself bringing me to someone else’s home and sitting at the table and expecting a glass of wine … I don’t about that. I would have perfect manners but I think I draw a line and Herself knows where that line is. It’s a bit dated, (that means old, to all you dogs out there who don’t have a wide range intelligence like me) but applies every day. Read it for yourself and let me know what you think.
I’ll wait for you by the door with the whiff of pine from the Christmas Tree in my short, really short, too short hair.