Al fresco brunch in Newcastle

Big outing today as we left home just after 9am to go for brunch with friends at Blackfriars Restaurant in Newcastle. My mum loves this place but had never been for brunch in the courtyard at the 13c friarage. I’m an experienced metro traveller so that was easy peasy but my mum had to show me the way to the restaurant.

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There was a big lawn, parasols and good sized tables so I could get in the shade. Then mum ordered me a doggy brunch – sautéed liver with vegetables – and that came before anyone else’s food. Wow, was it delicious! There’s a rumour that I won’t eat vegetables but these were wonderful – clean dish in no time.

I got loads of attention from mum’s friends and, although I wanted a nap, I didn’t dare fall asleep in case I missed any fuss or titbits. Plenty time to rest when I got home. Hope we do this again.

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https://www.blackfriarsrestaurant.co.uk/blackfriars-history

Apologies for the big gap in blogging. Mum has had a lot on her mind.

I am a dog Samaritan!

It’s all go when the Irish Aunt takes me to work!  Heading for the Metro home, we passed an elderly lady (older than my mum!) laden down with a trolley and more shopping in her arms.  Seconds later we heard a groan then a thud.  Looked around and she was flat out on the pavement.  We went back and the IA turned her head into the recovery position so she that could breathe.  The woman was panicked about her shopping so we told her to stay calm, gathered her shopping and placed in front of her so she could see it was safe.

A young lad passing helped us get her to her knees then when she was ready lifted her to her feet.  I was a very good boy, just sat and waited while this all happened.

We offered to walk with her to her home but she insisted she was fine.  We watched for a while to make sure she didn’t fall again.

Remember to give them time to gather themselves if you’re helping someone who has fallen.

Dog Samaritan, me.

We are attacked!

Coming home from work on the Metro with the Irish Aunt and suddenly we are under attack!  On board was a Staffy bitch, built like a brick netty* wearing a leather studded harness.  Her male owner was covered in tattoos, lots of gold chains and pretty drunk.

In my working gear

The dog was very agitated and as soon she saw me, bared her teeth and grizzled – the owner oblivious!  Irish protected me by putting me behind her legs but a few stops later the man gets up to leave – and loses control of the Staffy.   

She lunges for me but the Irish Aunt managed to grab her harness and keep me safe.  Eventually her owner pulled himself together, grabbed her lead and got off the train.

Thing is, Staffies are not bad dogs but some owners are clueless.  The Aunt reported the whole thing to Metro Control (he will be on camera getting off the train) in case it happens to someone else who is not able to take charge like her.  

*outside toilet!

 

Adoration central

I am such a lucky dog: out for breakfast yesterday and extended coffee with a host of my mum’s friends today.  I was the star of the show, adored by everyone – even people who weren’t with our crowd.  I gave paws, let people fluff my ears and offered my tum for tickles.

 

My mum’s under the weather with a post-holiday cold (that’ll teach her to go away!) so we got the Metro there and back.  Seemed silly not to when we live near a station and the café (another of our dog friendly places) was on the next station – https://olivesatthestation.com/   

I was such a good dog on the train, well behaved and respectful to other passengers.