I have written a number of Posts in which I have mentioned our habit (as a species) to openly ask questions about dogs we see out on our walks, but we never show any interest in the dogs owners. We know Buddy, Jasper, Huck and Zeus, but know little (if anything) about their owners.
Today we took Ray to a restaurant for the first time. This restaurant has an outdoor patio, and we know that they do not allow dogs on it (in accordance with a Province of Ontario ruling). We also know that one end of the patio consists of a metal railing which does not reach the building. In the gap between the end of the railing, and the building, is a giant plant pot filled with shrubs.
I went in and asked one of the staff if Ray would be allowed in the gap between the giant plant pot and the building (there was an empty table right next to it). She was a dog lover and had no problem whatsoever!
We sat down and got Ray organized and settled in his designated area. The lady who I spoke to came out to bring our menus and to meet Ray. “Oh what a gentle face. Boy or girl? What’s his name? Oh he’s gorgeous!”
We eventually placed our orders and, while we were having our meal, another lady came out to our table. “I just heard that we have a gorgeous dog out here, and I wanted to meet him. What’s his name? Oh he’s beautiful!”
Not long after that, we (or rather Ray) had another lady come and say “Hi” to him!
As is our habit now, when somebody wants to greet Ray, we let Ray initiate the greeting “Say hello Ray” after which he will get a treat. When the third person came out, Ray was trying to climb up onto a chair to greet them. “Oh he’s so cute! What a gorgeous dog! What’s his name?”
We had finished our meal and were just finishing off our coffees, when a fourth lady came out specifically to meet Ray! As is typical of our species, by the end of our time there, a good proportion of the staff knew Ray; knew his background; which shelter he came from; approximately how old he was; how long he had been with us, and the benefits of him being highly food motivated. Not one person knew (or cared presumably) who we were… other than Ray’s Mom and Dad!
Is it just me, or does anybody else see a problem with the direction that we are going as a species?