When we first started going regularly to the Dolphin when we moved to Uphill, there was a pub dog, Penny, otherwise known as Mrs Pen. Mrs pen wasn’t owned by anyone associated with the pub but she was a real character, and of all the dogs who were welcomed into the pub she was the pub dog.
Who knows anything about Mrs Pen’s early life; she was spotted by Terry in Gloucester, tied to a lamp-post. Terry had business in Gloucester, and when he came back many hours later, the poor dog was still tied to the lamp-post. Without more ado, Terry united her and pout her in his cab and brought her home to Uphill where she lived a long and very happy and interesting life.
Penny was a sort of collie type dog, utterly devoted to her family but actually, in truth, not much interested in anyone else. She had acute hearing and could hear a packet of crisps being opened from the other end of the pub.

Now there is a new pub dog, who is as much of a character as Mrs Pen. Simba is owned by the pub and is as much of a character as Mrs Pen. Simba is a jug, a cross between a Jack Russell and a pug. Simba is truly lord of the pub, and has been joined by Timon, another jug.
We were sitting having a cup of tea in La Cucina, a restaurant and tea room opposite the pub when I spotted Simba… The pub dog.

We had an eccentric doctor that brought his goat in the bar. He used to drive an English car with right hand drive with the goat on the passenger side. One day the cops stopped him for drunk driving and when he went to talk to him instead of a person he was met with a goat. The poor cop fainted dead away. I used to milk the goat when he visited my Dad and he would lick my head while I did it. Good memories.
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Honestly, you could write a book with all your amazing stories!
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