Dog Days Coffee

Great coffee and great place to bring in well behaved pets. The dog treats are amazing and chesty can not get enough of them. I use then for training all the time.

We had such a wonderful time that we want to add it to the weekend routine. The staff & patrons are so friendly it was the perfect atmosphere to enjoy a cup of coffee & puppy snuggles. I also love that it's a veteran owned business who gives back to war dogs coming from a military family myself. Thier coffee is also 100% fair trade & delicious. I'm completely sold on this place.

A home away from home while staying in a tiny cottage in Onset! Tracy and crew are very friendly and interesting. Good coffee. Good cause (part of profits go to help retired Army dogs. Thoroughly recommended.

I embarked in my kayak from Peniche, Portugal in May. The weather looked clear, but I knew anything could happen during the long voyage to Onset. Thankfully I had my trusty pooch, Farmer Giles, confidently perched on the bow of my vessel. His steady confidence raised my spirits, and as I pushed away from the shore, leaving a throng of weeping women behind, my heart soared in anticipation of the new coffee shop I had heard about in the New World. I knew little of Onset, but I was envisioning a harsh land, with ornery rich people. In my defense, the only people from the New World that I had ever met were from Connecticut. Farmer Giles and I made it to Onset in mid-July, sun scorched and waterlogged. My own store of cold brew concentrate had long run out, and I couldn't be sure if my headache was from caffeine withdrawal, the glare of the sun off the water, or dehydration. I'd developed the symptoms of scurvy, as all I'd brought to eat was beef jerky, and Farmer Giles had finished that late one night a week and a half ago while I slept. We both stumbled from the kayak onto Onset Beach, leaving our vessel to fend for itself in the tides and currents of Onset Bay. I never wanted to see it again. As we took in our surroundings, we saw the suspicious looks cast our way by the sunbathers and beach frolickers. At first I was offended by their disapproving glances, but I myself recoiled when I saw my appearance reflected in the plate glass windows of the shops on W Central Ave. Undeterred, I asked another bedraggled traveler where to find Dog Days. He was too parched to speak (I'd later discover he had walked from Omaha, Nebraska), but pointed Northeast. He seemed to be headed to Dog Days as well. As Farmer Giles and I stumbled into Dog Days, a sense of peace and respite overcame our weariness. Farmer Giles immediately curled up and went to sleep inside the cozy, tastefully decorated shop, while I breathed deep the soothing yet energizing aroma of fresh brewed coffee. Immediately my headache subsided, and I ordered a simple cup of coffee and drank it black. I felt not only refreshed, but enlightened, as if I'd attained a higher consciousness. I might never return to Portugal, and it's not just because my kayak is likely beached on Wickets Island.