I was appalled to hear of a dog being refused entry to a restaurant because he was gay. I was also shocked to learn that this deplorable act of discrimination occurred, of all places, in South Australia, a city formerly known as the Amsterdam of the South.
You can’t discriminate against a dog because he’s gay!
What kind of world are we living in?
When a dog wishes to go out for a quiet dinner with his person, it’s for reasons of enjoyment, relaxation and a cosy bit of bonding. How awful to be slapped in the face with such callous treatment from cold hearted restauranteurs. I’ll never go to dine there I can assure you!
Not that I frequently go out to dinner, or go out anywhere much at all, these days. I prefer to lie around on the couch while the woman who feeds me fusses over the stove gently poaching my chicken pieces. On some mornings it’s even too much of an effort to drag myself around near the front gate so I can leap out from the rhododendrons and terrify the paper boy.
But I ask you, why would anyone object to a gay dog? Would they prefer a depressed one?
Would you feel comfortable tucking into your Peking Duck when there was a mournful mutt at the next table? Give me a gay dog anytime!