Last Sunday at the Half Moon Bay Brewery, there were more dogs than children — and the dogs were better behaved.
They sat when it was requested of them, and aside from the occasional nose bump or delicate inquiry into a chum’s rectal health, seemed content to mind their own business and eat what was put in front of them without complaint.
Of course, some sport more heavy motivational bling than others. I saw a few parents of serious brats eye-balling that collar with a wistful gaze.
And yes, there was bling.
Marilyn Monroe (seriously: I asked) here had spent more time on her hair than I had.
And Cody Bryant (yup) had on a nicer shirt than me. Kinda embarrassing, actually…
Jake was just too hot in the full sun. Silly dog… wearing a fur like that to a brew pub. What was he thinking?
Negra knew better. She went with a lighter coat in a simple black and tan motif.
Shecky chose the understated yet classic dog tag…
… while all Holly needed was her big smile, can-do attitude, and excellent posture to show up fully dressed.
It was Griffin, though, who made me feel better about the whole “who combed whose hair before dining out?” one-upsmanship thing…
… and Bubba was a great reminder that fretting about one’s weight while simultaneously anticipating a good meal is just plain dumb.
I relaxed about my appearance, and we settled in with the other kids to visit until a table was free.
And as we waited, I found myself with a question that had never occurred to me before…
Do wiener dogs get nervous in a restaurant with a children’s menu?