The gray haired gay gentleman’s eyes open wide and he says “Oh my”. Oh shit. I duck under the table. Sure enough, JJ is licking his sock. I pull JJ away and apologize. He giggles. “Its ok”, he says.
The gray haired gay gentleman’s partner glances under the table and says “ I keep forgetting your dogs are there. I feel this hair against my leg, so either I’m peeing my pants or its your dogs.”
Most people are like the gay couple, happy to meet our dogs. Occasionally we get dirty looks from our neighbors on the table, those who don’t appreciate a JJ kiss.
Its summer concert season at the U Village and dogs are welcome in the beer garden. Kids are not. Kids are welcome outside the beer garden where there is face painting and balloons. The weather is a tad hot but the buildings around the parking lot provide a bit of shade. The beer garden is packed and at times there isn’t even a spot at the long tables. You must be there exactly when it opens to claim a small round table with stools. We’re never there when it opens. We’re lazy this year, not even biking to the concert with the dogs, but driving.
When we elbow our way into a spot at the long standing tables, the dogs stay under the table. Unless JJ spots a piece of popcorn lying just out of reach. JJ stares intently at the morsel and creeps closer. There are never scraps of any food under or around our table, Every spot is inspected for edibleness.
Benny is not a smoocher. He hates the clapping and loud noises. He wants to be held but at 55lbs that’s not realistic.
JJ and Benny are both at attention when the pizza arrives. Summer concert night is beer and pizza night. JJ and Benny agree pizza crust is the best. Licking and barking at the loud noises are forgotten while they wait for their crust.