*Tabitha*
“It’s right in here”. I point into the park on the left side. “Trixie is okay with other dogs right ... like being loose and playing, right ?”
“Sure, she never makes trouble”. He is slowly running his thumb up and down the back of my hand. Our fingers entangled.
I smile at him. “Good, because it’s a real dog restaurant”.
I have been here a couple of times with a friend and I thought of it instantly when he mentioned Trixie.
“Oh wow, this is great”. He says happily as I open the little gate into the area, making sure no dogs run out.
The restaurant is on a deck with a big lawn around it. The lawn is fenced in and about 5 dogs are running around playing.
“Right ? My friend comes here quite often”. I say, watching as he turns Trixie loose and she sprints after the other dogs.
