Why can't dogs go in restaurants?
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ICEMAN6166
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well most dogs i see behave way better than kids.
at the restaurant where my wife works , the owners 12 year old black lab is inside a lot, usually laying on the couch near the fireplace. its hard to keep folks from giving him food but the dog does not ever go begging for it.
other dogs have been allowed inside too with no problems.
there was recently an old man in the hospital down in the city, he was not doing well and only wanted to see his dog.the hospital would not allow it, even though on occasion the hospice dogs are let in.so some friends sneaked his dog in for a visit , making a sick person very happy.
at the restaurant where my wife works , the owners 12 year old black lab is inside a lot, usually laying on the couch near the fireplace. its hard to keep folks from giving him food but the dog does not ever go begging for it.
other dogs have been allowed inside too with no problems.
there was recently an old man in the hospital down in the city, he was not doing well and only wanted to see his dog.the hospital would not allow it, even though on occasion the hospice dogs are let in.so some friends sneaked his dog in for a visit , making a sick person very happy.
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I'm thinking that dogs WOULD tip, except they do a little half circle dance, kinda squat, the tail dips a couple of times and the "tip" comes from the posterior end.jimbeamalki wrote:Because dogs don't tip??
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Generally , even the nastiest human child is not as renowned for defecating on the floor as a dog would be. Or, smelling like a wet dog. All, real nice in a restaurant.
Is this really rocket science?
Is this really rocket science?
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I doubt seriously that any reasonably trained dog will defecate on the floor during the time it takes to eat a meal. Small children have NO inhibitions about relieving themselves anywhere, takes bout six weeks to house train a puppy children take about 2 years to potty train, house trained when they leave at 18 to 20 years (maybe)? I have never wanted to leave a place because of a bad mannered dog.
I think Doc has a great point, in my experience:
Dogs (and cats) are
Far less noisy
Cleaner
More respectful
Less annoying
Have better table manners (yes even the ones that beg)
Better company
Less messy
More intelligent
Better conversation
I'd rather share a table with 10 dogs than 1 kid. But I would still take my cat first.
I think Doc has a great point, in my experience:
Dogs (and cats) are
Far less noisy
Cleaner
More respectful
Less annoying
Have better table manners (yes even the ones that beg)
Better company
Less messy
More intelligent
Better conversation
I'd rather share a table with 10 dogs than 1 kid. But I would still take my cat first.
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Senator Vest's "Tribute to the Dog"
It is strange how tenaciously popular memory clings to the bits of eloquence men have uttered, long after their deeds and most of their recorded thoughts are forgotten, or but indifferently remembered. However, whenever and as long as the name of the late Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri is mentioned it will always be associated with his love for a dog.
Many years ago, in 1869, Senator Vest represented in a lawsuit, a plaintiff whose dog "Old Drum" had been willfully and wantonly shot by a neighbor. The defendant virtually admitted the shooting, but questioned to the jury the $150 value plaintiff attributed to this mere animal. To give his closing argument, George Vest rose from his chair, scowling, mute, his eyes burning from under the slash of brow tangled as a grape vine. Then he stepped sideways, hooked his thumbs in his vest pockets, his gold watch fob hanging motionless, it was that heavy. He looked, someone remembered afterwards, taller than his actual 5 feet 6 inches, and began in a quiet voice to deliver an extemporaneous oration. It was quite brief, less than 400 words:
"Gentlemen of the jury: the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his worst enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous... is his dog.
Gentlemen of the Jury: a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."
The jury deliberated less than two minutes then erupted in joint pathos and triumph. The record becomes quite sketchy here, but some in attendance say the plaintiff who had been asking $150, was awarded $500 by the jury. Little does that matter. The case was eventually appealed to the Missouri Supreme Court, which refused to hear it.
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A statue of "Old Drum" was erected on the Johnson County Courthouse Square in Warrensbug, Missouri, where the trial occurred. The statue still stands there today.
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Farokh's Dog Story page | Farokh's Dog page | Farokh's Rest Area
It is strange how tenaciously popular memory clings to the bits of eloquence men have uttered, long after their deeds and most of their recorded thoughts are forgotten, or but indifferently remembered. However, whenever and as long as the name of the late Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri is mentioned it will always be associated with his love for a dog.
Many years ago, in 1869, Senator Vest represented in a lawsuit, a plaintiff whose dog "Old Drum" had been willfully and wantonly shot by a neighbor. The defendant virtually admitted the shooting, but questioned to the jury the $150 value plaintiff attributed to this mere animal. To give his closing argument, George Vest rose from his chair, scowling, mute, his eyes burning from under the slash of brow tangled as a grape vine. Then he stepped sideways, hooked his thumbs in his vest pockets, his gold watch fob hanging motionless, it was that heavy. He looked, someone remembered afterwards, taller than his actual 5 feet 6 inches, and began in a quiet voice to deliver an extemporaneous oration. It was quite brief, less than 400 words:
"Gentlemen of the jury: the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his worst enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous... is his dog.
Gentlemen of the Jury: a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."
The jury deliberated less than two minutes then erupted in joint pathos and triumph. The record becomes quite sketchy here, but some in attendance say the plaintiff who had been asking $150, was awarded $500 by the jury. Little does that matter. The case was eventually appealed to the Missouri Supreme Court, which refused to hear it.
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A statue of "Old Drum" was erected on the Johnson County Courthouse Square in Warrensbug, Missouri, where the trial occurred. The statue still stands there today.
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Farokh's Dog Story page | Farokh's Dog page | Farokh's Rest Area
That's a great story samdog makes me want to go play with my dog right now.
We have a border collie he's about 10 years old and truthfully if I fell over dead in the yard he would just go find someone else to play with I bet.
But he's still a great dog got him from a rancher he had been trained as a cow dog but he would only work with cows for a few minutes then be ready to do something else. His true passion is herding things with motors on them. He even saved me from a potential snake bite one time he always has to be the leader when we walk around and he clued me in to a big ol copper head that I surely would have stepped on.
Yep he's my bud all right.
We have a border collie he's about 10 years old and truthfully if I fell over dead in the yard he would just go find someone else to play with I bet.
But he's still a great dog got him from a rancher he had been trained as a cow dog but he would only work with cows for a few minutes then be ready to do something else. His true passion is herding things with motors on them. He even saved me from a potential snake bite one time he always has to be the leader when we walk around and he clued me in to a big ol copper head that I surely would have stepped on.
Yep he's my bud all right.
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dammit i miss my dog. He's in Tucson, I'm in Prescott... loyal, defensive, caring guy... He's a rhodesian ridgeback....




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