All summer mommis has been promising us that we would go with her to the Half Moon Bay Brewing Company for dinner. She goes there once a week because they have blues music. And she and Auntie Belle talk about taking us there every week. But then they go off together, opening the front door and yelling “stay” as they walk out. That’s a very scary word; I don’t know what it means, but it seems to paralyze all of us.
Last night she and Auntie Belle and Uncle Nell finally did it! They took us out to dinner. Boy, was it fun. That patio is full of dogs. At the next table, there was a little rescue puppy, and I got to play with him all the time. He even wiggled out of his harness and came under our table.
There were a few other dogs we thought we should bark at, but we were quickly discouraged. Lots of mutts, a big boxer, a King Charles Spaniel. I got the picture; we were supposed to pretend to be trained. Act Big. Impress peeps.
I think I did it. After I made a quick move toward the puppy and everyone had to grab their drinks, I realized we were tied to the table and I got underneath and scrounged for scraps. I didn’t even make it into this round of photos.
Auntie Belle put Bearie in her lap for this picture, but then she let him go to the next table, where the people called him Zen dog. That’s not fair. I want to be Zen dog. I know it means something nice.
I think we accomplished all our goals. Mommis got to hear a lot of music and everyone ate a hurried dinner. We all laid down eventually, and people marvelled at how anyone could go anywhere with four golden retrievers. We love it when that happens, because we know it makes mommis happy.
And it wasn’t a bad sunset over the water, either.