Bringing a Pet to a Dinner

When you asked someone to dinner, how would you feel if someone arrived with their dog?

Or what would you say if they called ahead and asked to bring a pet?

If the reason given was that they like their pet so just wanted to bring it along.
If someone brought a dog to my house, I would be thrilled. I would say yes to anyone who wanted to visit me and bring their dog, as long as I know the person. I don't care what the reason is. Large dogs and terriers are particularly welcome.

Now that I read Jules's post, I would not allow anyone to bring an untrained dog to my house. Give me a break! If your dog isn't housebroken, or is so untrained that it could injure someone or cause problems, rub a brain cell or two together and don't take them to someone's house. If you are a person who doesn't treat their dog well, including ignoring the dog, don't bring him to me. Because I will hate you afterward for not being kind to your dog. And no, you don't have to yell at it or hit it to be unkind.

The only trained protection dog I know is Loki, my nephew's 140 lb pressa canario. Loki has a special bond with me. I don't know why other than I was delighted to meet him and he picked up on that. (I was also leery and bit afraid, but I controlled my emotional response to him so he didn't know it.)

When I am around, no one else exists for him. As much as I adore Loki, I would never bring him to anyone's house, especially if they have pets or small children. I don't think Loki would do anything wrong, but that isn't enough. He could conceivably be too dangerous, so I would not take the chance.

I don't need Loki to protect me, except if I am in an alley at night and there are strange people hanging out there. That's not gonna happen, so I'm good.
 

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As much as I love animals, my answer would be a hard no. Among my rescued "zoo crew" I have two Miniature Pinschers who are very protective of myself and their home. If I were to allow another dog in my home, they would do nothing but shake and bark until the dog left. I would not put them through any of that.
I have to laugh at that picture. Of course they would. :love:

The more we talk about this the more surprised I am that anyone would bring their dog to someone else's house unless the dog had been particularly invited.

As for bringing their cat, Really? None of my cats would have cared to go visiting. They didn't even want their food dish moved so I could mop. They would have thought they were going to the vet and there would have been a struggle.
 
I have always told people their dog is welcome. However, there is one dog, a great dog, who has not been neutered and every time he has come into the house, he has peed or defecated somewhere. When my dogs have gone with me to another person's home, they will almost always look for a place to leave their calling card. Once, I was visiting a family that lives in another state. My shihtzu will start a fight with other dogs, maybe that's why he has only one eye? He started a fight with their german shepard, normally a calm, easy going dog. Luckily, we were both right there and stopped it immediately.

My home/furnishings are dog-proof. My dogs are small. They are allowed to get on the furniture. At other people's homes, that doesn't work. It confuses my dogs. The few times when I had to take my dog somewhere, I kept them leashed and at my side.

I leave them at home. They are fine.
 

I had (note the past tense) a friend who had tea and a nice long visit with me every time her husband had to come to town for business. Of course my little dog would be on my furniture and on her as is her custom. I would lift her away each time but it did happen.

The woman had asked one time why I didn't put her outside and I told her Maggie only went out to take care of business and make a quick check of the perimeters and knew to bark at the door to get back in. She would have stayed at the door barking for hours if that's what it took.

So. Time to leave and the went out and opened the back door of her SUV and Maggie jumped in. The woman started screaming about dirt getting on her seats. (She had seen Maggie on my white couch all afternoon. She was shiney clean as always. ) I lifted Maggie out as quickly as I could.

The woman was furious and has never spoken to me again, she doesn't even answer the phone and quit sending Christmas cards. Heh.
 

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