Willie loves being a city dog.
He loves going for walks, sniffing for other dogs (there are many), and running down the hallways of his apartment building. There's so much to see and smell; he's always sitting at the window watching people pass, nose twitching, waiting for E to get home from work.
He also gets to go into businesses.
The rule back in Green Bay and pretty much everywhere else I’ve ever been is that dogs are not welcome in businesses unless otherwise stated. Here it seems to be the opposite. Just yesterday I was sitting outside a coffee shop with Willie waiting for E to come out with our drinks, and one of the baristas passed by and said, “You know you can take the dog inside right?” The last time we were at our ice cream place, we asked if we could bring the dog in and they looked surprised that we asked and said “Of course,” as though that was the most normal thing in the world.
Willie doesn't know how to deal with going into businesses. He gets nervous, as though afraid he's about to be groomed or get shots. He just keeps waiting for the worst to happen.
But he seems to be adjusting, and will now often lead the way as we're going for a walk, chasing smells and dropped food, anxious not to miss anything the city has to offer.