And just where am I supposed to sit?

And Just where am I supposed to sit??
Oh, fine, I'll just lie down here, on the floor, like a dog.

I didn't exactly feel comfortable in those little chairs for people anyway. 
Momma wanted to go out to dinner, to celebrate being even older, so we all packed it in the car and went to a little Cuban Fusion outdoor cafe so that we could ALL celebrate food her birthday.

I thought their food looked like a dog's dinner anyway, so where was my plate of food, and I wanted the beef. It may look like my dinner but they were all, "YUM! This is so flavorful and healthy! Oh the plantains are great!"
I don't do bananas and plantains smell very like bananas, so I just had a shrimp or two or three.
Then we strolled around the stores and I pulled to go in the furniture store here...

WOWIE!
A gold tree that would be great to pee on IF a poodle were outside, donchaknow.
(I went ahead and sort of sniffed it anyway, what the heck. Didn't smell like anything)

Unlike this rug. Now that rug was interesting. I could hardly pull my nose away from it. Imagine if it came home with us, now there's a perch for a poodle!!

Will you just look at what humans will sit on?!! Why there's hardly room for two legs, much less four.

Then the paparazzi found me! The shop women were all, "he's so cute, and what's his name", and rubbing my ears just so. I just love that little squeal-ly sound ladies make when they spot me. Then they asked how old I was.
WHAT?
Why you gotta bring age into it?? Yeah, momma and I had birthdays, so what?
We still like to shop and eat out!
I mean, I have to greet my public every so often, you know?