Now that we have a dog friendly pub around the corner I get taken much more often. It’s such a treat; treat, you understand, as in lots of fuss and a bag of crisps. And this pub stocks Salty Dog crisps! Made for me!
Here I am, last night, sitting patiently, paw at ready. My mum makes me give a paw at so that I fully appreciate the special nature of getting crisps. Too many aren’t good for a doggy diet, even if they are named after me.
I got lots of cuddles and compliments from other customers. One encouraged me to say hello to her bearded collie and shared a dog biscuit with me.
See why I love the pub?
Our favourite pub: http://www.leftluggageroom.co.uk/
It’s Saturday and I thought my mum would never be ready to take me out. Instead of appearing in her dog walking gear, she was dressed in smart jeans and a soft pink sweater which I know is one of her favourites. I guessed she was bypassing my walk and going out for lunch or something.
But no, she gets the lead, poo bags and my ball so off we go. Instead of going to the park she takes me with her to get a newspaper and then, bliss, she takes me to the pub. She comes back from the bar with a drink, a pork pie and a bag of crisps. Mmm, I love pork pie.
What do you mean, that’s not for me; the crisps are for me? I’m sure if I look plaintive enough I’ll get a morsel. Before I get into hungry puppy mode (big eyes, on the point of drooling), the bar maid comes over, asks me for a paw and offers me dog biscuits. It would have been so rude to refuse!
My mum starts to feed me crisps, slices into her pie and discovers it has a secret – black pudding in the middle. Bleurgh, she says so I know I’m in for a triple treat. I love black pudding!
I am such a lucky dog.
Boutique gin, real ale and real snacks
If there’s anything I love more than being at a cafe, it’s going on a picnic. I get crisps when we go to the pub and snippets of bacon at the cafe but there can be all sorts of treats on a picnic – crisps, pate, sausages, pasties, dips, cheese, lots of stuff I really like. Mum laid on a gorgeous spread
Last time we went to Seaton Sluice, just up the coast from where we live. We had a drink outside at the pub (well, mum and friend did) then tucked into the goodies. I romped around in the sun but made sure I didn’t go too far in case I missed any titbits. Mmm, it was delicious.