If you’re a regular reader of this column, by now most of you know that I’m pretty passionate about taking my dog along when I go places. Like many who are owned by a dog, I feel pangs of guilt if I have to leave Joey alone when I’m out socializing or playing or working. In my heart, I long for a world where well-behaved dogs are welcomed pretty much everywhere we humans congregate.
After all, for thousands of years we’ve traveled with, eaten beside, and shared nearly every facet of our lives with dogs. From all the archeological evidence, homo sapiens have suffered very few ill effects from these cross-species interactions, unless you include finding dog hair in your wooly mammoth stew.