Like many dog owners, I'm fully aware that my dog is the best dog. Bubbie (that's his name) is a good boy, and I let him know it whenever possible. And as much as I like to reward him with trips to the dog park, treats and new toys for him to murder, I'd never before considered taking him to see an in-person movie.
So when the chance to see the buzzy new Supergirl with my 12-year-old Chihuahua-mix arose, courtesy of Milk-Bone, I jumped at the opportunity. We attended a rooftop screening in midtown Manhattan, and I assumed Bubbie would sleep on my lap or under my chair as the film played. And while that did happen, I was not prepared for how his presence would affect my review of the film.
