Miles has been going to Ace Bar all his life.Dogs in bars have long been banned in NYC, but it was a look-the-other-way offense that was much ignored. Actually, I could not resist linking to the article in the NYT because I liked the second paragraph, but I do think that it would have been better if the powers had continued to look the other way for well-behaved dog patrons. That dogs are not allowed even at outside tables, is pushing the rules too far.
His face has grayed there. Friends have come and gone. He never paid for a drink, but rarely walked out of the East Village bar with an empty stomach. He may have purged his dinner on the floor a time or two, his fellow bar patrons said, but who among them hadn’t done the same?
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“He’s a dog, but I swear he looks sad,” Mike Israely, 33, said of Miles, his 9-year-old boxer-pug mix, as the dog peered through Ace Bar’s glass doors Thursday night. “Coming here was part of our evening walk.”
Once we took Diana to a Mardi Gras parade here in Thibodaux, only to be told that dogs were not allowed at parades. The officer did not make us leave with Diana, which was kind of him, and we haven't tested the rule again.
Izzie is outraged, or as outraged as she can get, which is a pout. I don't know what she would do if she were not allowed on the deck at the restaurant next door. Tell Diana that Izzie thinks parades are overrated. The bands play too loudly and she is not permitted to eat any candy thrown our way.
ReplyDeleteDiana is of the same opinion as Izzie about parades. She does not wish to be where she is not wanted.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite gay bars in the East Village was on East 4th and Second Avenue, and was known simply as The Bar. The Bar had a resident tabby cat named Scruffy who was deaf as a post. He used to sleep on the speakers of the jukebox, even when the thing was going full blast. He would stroll up and down the bar ignoring all the pleas for his attention with sovereign indifference.
ReplyDeleteHe died when the bar burned down due to an electrical fire. The pile of flowers for Scruffy on the sidewalk outside the burned out Bar was as big as the floral tribute to Jackie Kennedy when she died.
I can believe the tributes to Scruffy, Counterlight. It's a damned shame. These are bars, not a 5-star restaurants!
ReplyDeleteScruffy's story has made me well up a little.
ReplyDeleteGoing by the picture, Miles is a sweetie.
Scruffy's life came to a sad end, but it sounds as if he had a good life, all things considered.
ReplyDeleteI "Awwwww!"ed my way through the entire story. [Except I was mainly :-O re sweet Miles: a Pug-Boxer Mix??? How the heck does THAT happen? ;-p]
ReplyDeleteLet the friends back in the pubs!
Dogs go to parades in New Orleans. I don't know if that's legal, but no one seems to care.
ReplyDeleteOrmonde, maybe Thibodaux is special in that way. I have seen dogs at parades here. We watch from St John's churchyard, so we could probably have Diana there with us. She's old and jittery in crowds, so she's probably better left home.
ReplyDeleteIt must be awful to be a dog in America. All those rules. You can't go on the beach. You can't go in the water. You have to stay on your lead in the park (that's if it's a park you're allowed in). You can't go in a pub (even if the landlord doesn't mind). And you can't walk down your own street if they're having a parade?!!!
ReplyDeleteLand of the free?
No, I don't think so.
The parade wasn't actually on my street...
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