The feast

We would never ever visit Urban Pooch and not have a good meal there. So, I decided not to buy Uncle Pt's persistence at not sharing his soup with us.

Perhaps buying his friendship might win a lick of some soup?

Uncle Pt and mummy insisted that this is not for us but is theirs instead.

Oh, here's our food! Look at how far it is on the table but we know it is there. It seems impossible, but proper cafe ettiquette calls for us to be patient and with a wire reputation to uphold, we shall not have paws on the table. Instead, we resorted to having all eyes on the person who will be giving the 'go ahead' to start.

I had a juicy boneless fish course complete with some garnishes and vegetables.

It is ultimate. Coming here makes humans decide to pamper us well. Look! Someone evens hold my bowl while I eat cos I cannot reach the table top to eat in human-in-cafe style.

Party got the favourite paws' pick of a lamb pie or something. Oh well, Uncle Pt did break off a piece of it for me, but I guess Party's got the chunk of it!
Mummy commented that unlike me, Party's a big boy and can eat properly on his own. I think he is just worried that I might get to his bowl since it is on the table. Look at him! He finishes up his food in a flash! It is simply a great treat to dine in style.

Wiry kisses,
Mango and Party