Scenes from a typical Saturday in Seattle, presented with little comment:
AND THEN: this morning, a young man brought a puppy into High 5 Pie. The pet was a silly little creature, at least part Corgi with stubby legs and a nub of tail, supercute through the window on the street, less so inside a coffeeshop. Puppy in his arms, the proud owner told my group of friends on our way out that we could all take turns petting his eleven-week-old. I would not be taking a turn, I replied, on principle, as dogs should not be inside eating establishments–yes, even if your girlfriend wants to get a latte–and thems the rules. I told him that his dog was very cute, but only in the appropriate context. And with that, I went out the door to find the puppy’s little plastic baggie of poop left outside High 5 Pie’s entrance.
Because I guess when you’re bringing an animal into a human eatery, the least a clueless, overly entitled dog-owner can do is NOT bring your ANIMAL’S SHIT inside as well.