It’s been a ton of while since Houston introduced the Puppy Patio in actual city ordinance. I admit to being horriblefied at this accommodation for folks who just can’t seem to go out to a meal at a restaurant without Fido along for the ride. In actual practice, it’s as not as bad as I thought it would be, but even worse.
Maybe you can change my mind, but be warned, I am a cat person. One at a time, mind you, I’m not a cat LADY. But the thought of catering to a smelly, slobbery, needy animal thoughout my daily movements is not appealing. It’s like dog jail to me. Yet, I love my grand-doggies in short visits.
Here’s the thing. I don’t actually fault the doggies. The owners/handlers/parents/disfunctionals who bring their pups to the restaurant are definitely faulty.
I recently sat on a patio with this lovely, well behaved dog at a Tex-Mex place. The people it is sadly tied to for life, put all the Tex-Mex food they didn’t want to eat on restaurant crockery and sat it on the floor for the dog to scarf. Then they put more on another crockery plate. Then when they left, the forgot the crockery under the table and kicked it all around while leaving, breaking it and probably leaving a cheesey tip.
So my grade on the new Puppy Patio ordinance? D- Humans, pick up your game.