There is no other way to put this: The dog peed on the floor.

And then the restaurant employee who came to clear off the table stepped in it.

Dog-friendly restaurants are much harder to find in this country than in, say, chien-loving France. But they are around, here and there, and they are a great idea in theory. Until a dog pees on the floor.

I was at the dog-welcoming Urban Chestnut Brewing Company for a friend’s birthday recently, and the place was packed. Most of the folks were there to participate in a big adult coloring event.

Lots of fun for all, lots of beer and more than a few dogs.

As I believe is clear by now, one of the dogs did what doggies do. It was kind of impressive, actually, that such a small animal could produce such a large puddle. I fleetingly wondered whether the dog had been drinking some of the beer.

I am not the sort of person who gets freaked out by such things. I have been to bars where there have been worse things on the floor. But most of my fellow revelers at the birthday party — and probably most of my fellow humans — get a little queasy at the thought.