After visiting the cat cafe (twice ☹ ) it was only fair that we also visited it's arch nemesis, a dog cafe. While we are both more of 'dog people' than 'cat people' the idea of a dog cafe seemed far dirtier and more disgusting than it's feline counterpart. Cats are at least small, mind their own business, don't really smell and are relatively quiet. Dogs are none of those.
We imagined the dog cafe would be similar to visiting that friend's house with the unruly dog that jumps all over you and leaves it's hair on every inch of your clothing...only the dog would be a stranger and there would be a whole pack of them, and a much stronger dog scent.
Our assessment was fairly accurate.
Almost every table had a dog on it
Just like the cat cafe, the clientele were the worst part
It smells like a vet's office in here, cheers!
Moments after our cheers, we were joined by a sassy lil bulldog that decided to set up shop on our table.
Rob & Nipples
She was not afraid to stick her junk in anyone's face!
Not sure what her and John are staring at here, but neither seem happy about it...
While we in no way endorse 'dogs on the table,' she wasn't so bad once she stopped flaunting her goodies and laid down.
The gang
Gross
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