An old red raincoat, mud-splattered jeans and a pair of wellies wouldn’t normally be my first choice of attire for a romantic meeting.Neither would I usually start a date by grabbing a lead and shouting “walkies” at my West Highland terrier Matilda, or hanging around a park, desperately trying to recognise a dog (and his owner) I have only ever seen in a picture.about one's passion makes it feel like you are looking for a needle in a smaller and far more relevant and appealing haystack,' said Michal Ann Strahilevitz, a professor of marketing at Golden Gate University in San Francisco.'Dogs on first dates are amazing icebreakers,' said Kris Rotonda, who started up the site last year that now has 2 million members.
“If we went out for dinner I wouldn’t be wearing this,” I said, wondering how he might respond. He reeled off a couple of places famed for their seafood. To be honest I was finding it tough, which was weird as I can usually talk to anyone about anything in the park. Unsurprisingly I haven’t had any further messages from Will but just because our first date wasn’t a success doesn’t mean Matilda and I are giving up on doggy dating.
“I think Tindog is such a fab idea,” I finally said. People with dogs just find it much easier to start talking, don’t they? In fact we have arrangements to meet a dog called Cookie and a man called Al next week.* Name has been changed.
When Joanie Pelzer signed up with a dog-friendly online dating service a few years ago, she was honest about her Chihuahua — he likes people more than other dogs, craves attention, steals food and can't stand to ride in the backseat of a car.
Even a man who loved animals as much as she did couldn't keep up with her dog's quirks.
I was determined not to talk too much about myself, to ask plenty of questions and not to come across as needy.
I brushed Matilda to within an inch of her life and sprayed her with special doggy deodorant.
Well, I was waiting in a rainy car park to go walkies with Will and Oscar.
To be fair it was the picture of Will’s dog – an appealing white fluffball with expressive brown eyes – that really drew me in, rather than his own photo (tall, darkhaired and posh-looking in a Hugh Grant way).
It was all very businesslike which, on the one hand, was reassuring as neither of us would turn up with expectations of anything more than just a walk. I knew nothing about the person I was going to meet beyond where they liked to walk their dog.