This reminds me of that story where some d-bag complained about the cat that lived at the Canadian Tire because there was some remote possibility it might sneeze on a chocolate bar or something. The world is a dirty, messy, filthy place. We keep the vast majority of the nasty stuff out of our food supply, but if you want to completely avoid the chance of contamination, you better learn to live on an artificial diet of Cheetos and RC Cola and wear kleenex boxes on your feet.
Dogs on a patio are no different than going over for dinner to a friend's house who has a dog. As long as they aren't yomping around all over the tables, the occasional bit of dog hair or whatever that you get isn't going to be any worse than you'd get walking thru a random city park on a sunny day.
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