The dog in the cafe

I met my friend C for a coffee - or brunch in her case. She is the one who bought a dauntingly dilapidated fixer-upper house about a mile from me.  She’s making good progress. It was lovely to catch up - she’s a very honest person, and we have a good heart to heart usually. 
I thought this dog was awfully cute - it reminds me a bit of Nipper, the HMV dog, who used to be on record labels. Here he is watching carefully while his human is at the counter ordering coffee. But neither C nor I felt very keen on the idea of dogs sitting on the sofas, chairs, and even putting their faces on the tables, which seems to be the norm in this cafe.  Are we just being grumpy old women, is this normal and acceptable now? 
In the evening my Orkney friends and I watched ‘All we imagine as light’ - a new Indian film, set in Mumbai about the lives of 3 women, two nurses and a hospital cook, as they navigate the men in their lives, and the new India where affordable housing is demolished to make way for ‘apartments for the privileged only’ as the site hoarding says.  It’s 5 stars from me. (And the Cannes film festival judges too)