Restaurants, the theatre, an intensive care ward: Six places I have every right to take my dog

MORE and more places are welcoming dogs these days, but society still has a long way to go. Here are just six of the places I should obviously be allowed to take my gorgeous little fur baby.

Restaurants

Dogs are social creatures and they love to eat, so really a restaurant is the perfect place for them. If you’ve got a problem with my dog begging, drooling and sniffing your crotch while you enjoy dinner, that sounds like a you problem. Perhaps you should eat at home so my little angel doesn’t have to experience your dog-hating.

Your child’s birthday party

I don’t have a child. I have a dog. But why should that exclude me from your infant son’s birthday festivities? My labrador may be largely untrained and absolutely enormous, but he’ll have a blast hurtling around with your two-year-old and his mates. Just tell them not to get too rowdy as he is very easily startled.

The theatre

Just because my dog doesn’t speak English doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate the magic of theatre. And yes, perhaps he will run onto the stage and try to mount the cast – but that’s just how he expresses that he enjoyed the performance. He can’t exactly clap, can he?

An intensive care ward

I can already hear the protests – ‘But I’m critically ill!’ and ‘I’m in a coma!’. Well I’m sorry, but Milo is a curious little guy and there are lots of interesting things for him to smell in here. Plus, he absolutely loves chewing all the wires and tubes. If you saw how happy he’d be gnawing on a catheter you’d think twice about excluding him from your precious ward.

A funeral

Look, I’m sorry that a large portion of your aunt’s eulogy could not be heard because my dog was barking. But it’s not his fault. He saw a squirrel outside.  

A nuclear submarine

Some people think bringing a dog aboard a cramped vessel packed with weapons of mass destruction is a bad idea. They say things like ‘It’s an extreme security risk’ and ‘How did you even get on board?’ But Milo just loves to explore new places and he won’t be any bother. If he accidentally launches a Trident missile and triggers a world war while chasing a tennis ball that seems like a design fault.

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Why watching two men going at it is queer allyship, but you watching girl-on-girl makes you a pervert

INSPIRATIONALLY, I spent last night watching man-on-man romance and writing breathless fan fiction about it. Because I am a woman and my sexuality is radical.

When I watch two men kissing passionately before tearing each other’s clothes off and giving head, that isn’t just hot. That’s a political act which reclaims the male body through a lens of queered feminism. Yes, I masturbate. Progressively.

But for the man I’m dating – I also date women, obviously, I am unfettered by societal expectations – to believe it is equivalent to his watching girl-on-girl porn? That is joltingly ignorant and sums up why men are bad.

‘No,’ I told him, ‘what you are doing is voyeuristic and the male gaze. Female sexuality is not a performance for capitalism to commodify. You shouldn’t be turned on, but cowed by the power of goddesses. Actually you shouldn’t even be allowed to imagine it.’

‘But,’ he said, ‘how’s that different? Because Heated Rivalry’s on Sky Atlantic. That’s pretty commodified.’

‘Don’t try to police my wild, wilful sensuality,’ I replied. ‘It’s qualitatively different because it’s men. It’s taboo. It lives, and thrives, outside of society’s strictures. And for it to be one of my sexual triggers? Shows I am an ally to my very core.

‘But you watching lesbian porn which by its very name is for lesbians and you’re not? Intrusive. Reducing women to objects. Even getting a stiffy at the bit where Sarah Michelle Gellar and Reese Witherspoon kiss in Cruel Intentions makes you a fascist.’

‘Right,’ he said, devastated by the sheer rhetorical heft of my arguments. ‘Actually, one time when we were high, me and my mate Zack, the personal trainer? We made out.’

‘Trick him into doing it again,’ I told him, ‘and I’ll hide and watch through a little window while I get myself off. Also can I film it to show it off to my mates? Progressively.’