My floofy pooch Gilda is a princess and should be treated as such. She is beautiful, smart, very silly and kinda clumsy (but definitely clumsy in an approachable/relatable way). Two words that best sum up Gilly: RomCom Protagonist.
Which is why it blows my mind that Gilda has been single for the entire time I’ve known her. As I thought about it more, I asked myself: Am I the reason my dog isn’t in the dating game? Sure, I’ve scheduled her several playdates… but I’ve never once set her up on a blind romantic date. Until now.
Charlie is a friend’s pup whom Gilda had never met. I thought they might hit it off because they have a ton in common: they’re around the same age, are extremely attractive, and spend most of their time smiling. When I showed Gilda Charlie’s photo she swiped right immediately.
Gilda decided to buck stereotypical gender roles by picking Charlie up for their date.
As they walked to the car, Charlie hung back a bit as to not seem too desperate. (He was worried he had come on too strong with his excited dance.) But Gilda doesn’t have time for games when it comes to dating, so she just kept right on walking.
To make up for his standoffish-ness, Charlie pulled out the grandest of romantic gestures:
Now things were cooking on this date! As the duo continued on their way, Charlie stole a kiss. Bold!
Charlie couldn’t open the door for Gilda because he doesn’t have thumbs, nor would he be tall enough to even if he did. But they did snuggle up to one another in the backseat of my Toyota Corolla. Who knows what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there to chaperone. 😉
Once they arrived at the restaurant they were seated outside on the sidewalk. They had a look at the menu…
But here’s where the date started to sour. Instead of having a real cute Lady and the Tramp spaghetti moment…
…when the bone came, Charlie selfishly hoarded it all to himself and left Gilda with nothing to eat.
It was like that episode of Friends where Joey refuses to share food with his date, but this was worse because Charlie hid under the table like a selfish little coward in order to avoid Gilda’s famished, stunned gaze.
From there things just got worse. When the check came, Charlie LITERALLY ran away scared.
Which left Gilda
footing pawing the bill for an expensive bone she didn’t even get to try. Needless to say, she wasn’t too pleased.
From there, Charlie wanted to drive up to make out point, a little place his Schnauzer friend recommended. But Gilda told him she was tired and had a lot of work to do (work consisting of lounging in her bed while her mom watches Netflix). She was ready for the date to be over.
Charlie was nice enough to walk Gilda to her door, but there was no saving the date at this point, and they both knew it. Charlie scampered away without so much as attempting a goodnight smooch.
All in all, even though the date wasn’t a romantic success, I think it was successful in other ways:
1) Gilda and Charlie probably won’t get dog-married, but I do think they will build a strong, lasting friendship out of this ordeal.
2) This forced Gilda to put herself out there and start dating. She’s already got three more first dates lined up for later this week. Thanks, Tinder 4 Dawgs!
3) I got to spend a day with two very cute dogs, and that was very fun for me!