Excellent news!

This is complicated so please pay attention. Turns out that I have two cousins called Hooch and Finn who live in Hull, England, and they have two friends who are Vizslas—and who are therefore, technically, also my cousins—who live in Melbourne, Australia, where, you might remember, I have two other cousins called Poppy and Millie. All clear, so far?

Well, Hooch and Finn sent me an email to say my first cousins in Melbourne (the Vizslas) sometimes get to go to The Dog Café where their mum and dad buy them each a ‘puppachino’, which is warmed lactose-free milk sprinkled with shavings of liver!

Now, I have to admit that I thought Hoch and Finn might be pulling my paw: a café for dogs? Yeah, right! But since I’m a trusting soul—and one has to live in hope—I passed the email on to Poppy and Millie and asked them to check it out. And guess what? There is a place called The Dog Café in Melbourne where dogs can take their owners for what the chef, Andrew Blake, calls ‘a unique dining experience’. Really! I’m not making this up. Check it out for yourself at the following link: The Dog Cafe

How cool is that? Now, of course, being ‘green’ as I am, I can’t very well go flying off to Melbourne for a ‘puppachno’ and pollute the atmosphere with all that nasty carbon, can I? So, here’s the plan: Just as soon as possible, Poppy and Millie are going to take their mum and dad down to Port Melbourne’s Station Pier—where the café is located—and take lots of pictures of their ‘unique dining experience’ and send them to me, and I’ll spread the word on my blog and, before you know it, there could Dog Cafés all over the world, even in Provence!

My dad said maybe we could open a franchise, whatever that might be!