Should I feel bad for forgetting my dog’s birthday? I know that Muggles, my Golden Retriever, is coming up to his ninth birthday later this month – that’s 63 in dog years – but I can’t remember the exact date. I think it’s 27 July, but it easily might not be. In all honesty, I’ve forgotten about celebrating it for the last few years. I haven’t even been getting him his favourite treat of an ostrich bone. Am I letting him down? Would I be a better pet owner if I treated him to occasional bursts of luxury treatment and fine dining?
At Love My Human Townhouse, a dog cafe attached to a grooming salon on London’s King’s Road, a mouth-watering “doggy menu” is on offer. Dishes costing from £2.80 to £7 include sea bass, sweet potato and french beans; beef wellington, French beans and pumpkin puree; and cod and sweet potato fish cakes. There are doggy drinks, too: a £3 “Townhouse PupCup Puppocino” consists of coconut cream and a cookie topping, along with a choice of goji berries or blueberry powder sprinkles. And if that’s not adequate, why not try the “Birthday Package”, or a £12 three-course dog’s dinner complete with serenading.
