Yappy Hour

I live in an extremely dog friendly city. My best friend, who also happens to be my little brother’s girlfriend has a puppy. I’m not sure when she officially becomes a “dog” but it’s probably soon because she is quite big. She is a bloodhound which is a little different from your typical city dogs which are usually tiny or fancy. As I walk the streets with mybestfriendwhoalsohappenstobemylittlebrother’sgirlfriend, I am beginning to tune into the downtown dog culture. As a downtown dog owner you are expected to let your dogs “greet” each other and then make small talk with the owner about breeding, dog food, the ‘to pick up or not pick up’ dog crap debate, etc. I’m just pulling your leg…if you don’t pick up your dog crap, you will be stoned by city residents. MBFWAHTBMLBG and I decide to go to “Yappy Hour” to kick off our summer and take advantage of four dollar martinis. It’s a lovely outdoor restaurant with seating overlooking the river and upon each rod iron bistro set is a large centerpiece of sanitizing hand gel. Simple yet practical. The most humorous part about our trip to our fancy shmancy dog friendly yappy hour is that we could not find the dog’s leash and had to use an old rope from my brother’s boat. We somehow seemed out of place with our hillbilly dog in a noose among other “city dogs.” So next Thursday, if you don’t mind yelling across the table over the yapping and sharing your sweet potato fries with small animals, I strongly recommend the martinis at Yappy Hour.