Scarlett looked up from her iPad.
“Rob, you see how New York passed a law that allows dogs in restaurants.”
“Yes — but only in outside dining areas. And only at restaurants that allow it.”
That’s when Maddy trotted in.
“Hey, Scarlett said we’re going to a restaurant!”
“No, not yet,” I said. “The governor has to sign the bill first.”
“What are you going to order Scarlett? I want pork belly. Doesn’t that sound fancy? What’s a governor?”
Scarlett handled this one.
“He runs New York, so he’s in charge of a lot of things. Like Thacher Park.”
“Oh my god, I love Thacher Park. The same guy who runs Thacher Park is going to let us eat at restaurants! He’s the best governor ever!”
Scarlett jumped down off her chair to get a drink of water.
“Maddy, I think this whole thing is just so they can bring us to restaurants — not so we can eat at them. And it treats us like second class citizens. The law says we need a separate entrance and we won’t be allowed to sit on chairs. No offense, Rob, but this is more about vain dog owners than about dogs.”
She curled up in the corner.
“You two can go, have fun. The whole thing just sounds like it will be disappointing. But bring me a doggy bag.”