Friday 9 March 2012 10.18pm
As a dog, I feel it necessary to comment upon this thread, as my kind suffer the slings and arrows of many a narrow-minded human being. Often times people think that because they know a dog or know someone who knows a dog that they 'know' me. This is not the case. Dogs come in different shapes, sizes, nationalities, and have different temperaments and systems of etiquette. For instance, my parents frequently clean my paws, brush my teeth, and give me baths. They dress me in a t-shirt or a tie when enjoying a meal out. They take me out to restaurants and I know to sit down and wait patiently as they enjoy their meals. I often find it funny that people sneer at me as I watch them dig into a sandwich without washing their hands, or, for instance, sit on a patio and allow birds and flies to pollute their food with airborne feces.
I desperately wish I were able to taste the heavenly comestibles, the ambrosia of the humans, but my parents don't believe that it would suit to benefit my comportment when in restaurants.
Dog culture is part of Bermondsey Street
culture. Have you taken a walk on Bermondsey Street
? I have, and let me tell you, it's full of dogs, upmarket dog stores, cafes, restaurants, and florists stocked with dog treats. In fact there is an annual dog show held on Bermondsey Street
every year. If you don't like it, go hang out in East London where people used to spit on me because their religion prohibited them from viewing me as an animal worthy of trotting along the earth. Better yet, go to West London where the establishments are as bland as the mentalities of some of the reviewers here. Bermondsey loves dogs and I love Bermondsey.
Allow me to finish by saying that if I've offended anyone with any questionable behaviour, I am sorry. I'm off to my local for a pint.