Big props to Mrs. B as we walked our dog this evening.
During one particular stretch of the stroll, where we passed through a busy block of downtown in our fair city, she had control of Leo the Lab/Pointer's leash. And we had to pass through a gauntlet of other strollers, diners, drinkers, etc.
A bunch of the places have sidewalk tables set up.
And as we started to pass the tables, Mrs. B moved to the middle of the sidewalk to keep Leo, who is still being taught manners, from getting too friendly.
Not a big deal, you say?
Tell me that next time some clueless dog walker's otherwise cute pooch gets on its hind legs and in your face, as you're trying to eat at a sidewalk table, and the only response you can get from the dog's owner is a burst of inexplicable pride, a stupid grin, and a lame attempt at a pun like "Wiggles must really like what you're eating!"
I speak from experience, my friends.
So, yes, I'm biased. But Mrs. B gets props. Common courtesy is not dead. And no sidewalk diner's food was corrupted by fur or dog breath on our account today.