I had a wee sheltie who went many places with me. In the US, restaurants and pubs are not places to take dogs, nor are many other situations I had the sense to not try. In places where a strange dog would be an issue, I'd ask. Thus he got to go to a formal Christmas party on his way home from a dog show where he'd achieved his first obedience title, and was welcomed (in a carrier) at my dentist's office when he was recovering from an injury and needed monitoring. Because of his good behaviour he was INVITED many places, including out of town visits.

Having that history, I get deeply irked at a fiddler in a couple bands I'm in who insists on dragging her shaggy doxie to dances. Very cute dog, very little training. Peed in one dance hall, barked through a library gig for a Jane Austen group that almost got us thrown out, and looks abused when she's pulled across the floor like a pull toy with her legs braced. Fortunately, we were able to stop the fiddler from the outright lie that she was being trained as a "service dog" - too many of us knew that was not possible/true/likely by the behaviour of the fiddler and the lack of training of the dog. I'm a "dog person" always have been, and this is the first time I've resented having a dog in our midst on a regular basis.

It isn't really the dog that's the problem, it's the human. Always.

Joanne in Siberia on the Heights