I am not making this up [Parent's Note: He's really not]: This weekend, I went to a dog restaurant. A restaurant for dogs, where dogs sit at the tables and get served their own food. Seattle Health Codes require that parents order take out from the restuarant upstairs, but that's ok because the Dog Waitress goes and picks it up for them.
This is me, unsure of what is coming but thinking that it may be good!
This is my chow-tini, a cocktail made of diluted chicken broth with a PUPPERONI (TM) stirrer. I drank the chow-tini and ate the stirrer while I perused the menu.
This is an appetizer appetizer, a sample of the patte to whet my appetite. I enjoyed the patte, but didn't bother with the biscuit. I wasn't going to be tricked into eating plain old dog biscuits.
I suspect that I may have unwittingly wasted room in my stomach by accidentally eating broccoli...GROSS!!! Daddy feels the same way about greens as I do.
Here is my real appetizer, biscuits and gravy.
YUMMY, gotta lick it of the plate.
I just had water to drink, even though my Mommy and Daddy got Coke. I am trying to keep my puppy-ish figure.
Here is my entree, sweedish meatballs with a side of peas and broccoli.
Why can't I eat like this everyday??
Mommy helped me use my fork, since I don't have opposable thumbs.
I was a little confused about who's food was who's. I mean, they let me eat off the table, but only some of the food on the table. I guess it's become a habit to go for Mommy's food even when I have my own delicious plate in front of me.
Here is the dessert tray. I had two levels of goodies to choose from. There were almost too many options.
It was too big for me so Mommy and Daddy had to break it up piece by piece.