Combine our love of the sauce with our insistence that animals are making slow but steady progress in taking over the world. Plus, it’s Friday. Perfect:
A fair point. For what it’s worth, you can already do this in some Los Angeles hiptard dive bars. Seriously. We were at downtown’s Bar 107 last week (our review of the place for Gridskipper here) and some guy just brings in this giant black Labrador. Magic with the women-folk.
Next up: Blue State bars with dog potty grass, for those days when every hour is happy hour. What? They have to go somewhere.
Previously: The Coming Battle, Yet Another Reason To Move To Paperless Credit Card Statements, Talking Animals – Not Just For Really Funny Movies Any More
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