One of the reasons that I love Germany: while at the biergarten, we saw
an owner bring his cute long-haired chihuahua who was eating every scrap
in sight, then was cuddled and baby-talked to by some ladies at the next
table. For a while he went missing and the waitress came back with
him, trying to keep a straight face and look very serious because he
let himself into the kitchen. The dog did not look contrite in the
least, and his owner scolded him in German, all the while smiling
broadly. It was pretty funny.