I started out the day early. Full of energy. Ready to tackle anything. But not this. Not the note I found on the door of the coffee shop this morning.
No longer can TheDog and I walk down to the patio and enjoy a steaming cup of yummy goodness or a dog bone. TheMan has taken away one of my favorite things to do on a lazy weekend.
Something about health codes and patios. But it's not a restaurant. They don't really serve food. What's next? Outlawing dogs from picnic areas in parks because people might eat a scone there.
I feel I need to do something about it. I just wish I knew what that something was.