It was quiz night last night. The new dog has visited the pub several times and is quite accustomed to it now; it’s a very dog-friendly place and he is such a calm individual that he so far has settled down once he’s had a good sniff around. He has met the resident dogs Sim and Tim and all seems well. He has been to two quizzes and after a bit of wriggling as he assesses what’s going on he’s settled down.
Yesterday he was a little unsettled for some reason; daughter was at work and he didn’t want to go out for walks of more than a hundred yards, and seemed a bit fidgety and whingey, but quite happy otherwise – playing with toys, eating drinking… and the other things dogs do. We trotted down to the pub quite happily, greeted various people he has met before, and seemed to settle, except for a few small barks. The team arrived and all seemed well but then he became more wriggly. I took him out for a walk, returned, whinge, took him out again, whinge, and tehn I took him home.
He’s only a pup and everything is very new so i completely understood that it was time for him to go… I did rather wish he had lasted to the end of the quiz though!