Ruby’s story……
Surely you’re not going to eat all of that turkey and ham pie yourself dad ?
After another day on the beach the pawrents have come out for something to eat, and this time they are going all up market and eating inside rather than out. I don’t care though, it’s still dog friendly and you know me, where food is involved, I’ll eat anywhere.
Plus I’ve got my eye on a couple of peas and a bit of carrot that are under the table next to us. Someone is sitting there so dad has got me on a short lead, but I’ll keep watching them, and I’ll have them on the way out.
There are two other dogs in here as well as me, but I am pretty tired from my frolics on the beach today to make a fuss, so I’m happy just to lie down and wait for their food to come.
When the food does come, I sit staring at dad, is he really going to eat all of that turkey and ham pie himself, surely not, its far too much for him, I think he may need my help and after all dad, sharing is caring, Just the thought of the food is starting to make me drool, I can’t help it, for some reason my mouth just turns into a tap when I’m near food.
Mum has got salmon marinated in pink gin and prosecco so there’s no chance I’ll be getting any of that, where alcohol is involved that woman is not for sharing.
My tap, sorry I mean mouth is now in overdrive, dad’s almost finished and I’m sure that I can see a little bit of turkey that has been put on the side of the plate, that usually means that that’s for me. Come on dad hurry up, I can hardly contain myself much longer, the puddle on the floor is getting bigger and bigger.
Aww, at last, dad has given me the bit of turkey that he put on one side, but to be honest it could have been anything really, because I didn’t actually taste it……….as for mum I don’t think she tasted her alcohol marinated food either she ate it that quick.
Right, we are getting ready to leave now, I can still see the two peas and the carrot under the next table, there’s just a chair in the in the way, but I’m sure that I can get past that, I just need to pick the right time and I can grab them. OK, this is it, dad’s not looking……….. result !!! I just grabbed them in time before dad pulled me back, OK, I knocked the chair over in the process but no one was sitting on it………….
Mum’s story……………
After another day on the beach we decided to go out for tea and as it was getting a little bit colder outside we thought that we’d sit in. The whole pub wasn’t dog friendly, but the part that was, was nice and spacious and when we went in, there was only ourselves and another couple sat to the side of us, who did not have a dog. I often wonder why, when there is a specially designated dog friendly area, why would you sit here if you don’t have a dog. It’s just asking for trouble if you sit next to our table.
Pretty soon two other tables were filled with diners with dogs and by the look on the dogless couples faces on the table next to us, I think that they soon realised their mistake.
Luckily for them though, Ruby who was the nearest dog to them, was already tired from her day on the beach, just laid quietly on the floor, that was until the food arrived. She then sat bolt upright staring intently at the food on the table, and then it started, the drooling, it really is a foul habit, its not even like a dripping tap, when she is in full on drool its a constant flow all over the floor, until she’s sat in a puddle of her own slobber. The thing is, you have to be careful, drool on a wooden floor in a pub restaurant can be lethal, one wrong step and the waitress will be like Bambi on ice, that stuff is slippery. I’ve gone sliding several times in our own kitchen at home when she’s been sitting watching me cooking, you step to the side, feel the slime under your foot and that’s it, next minute you’re flat on your back.
The other half had ordered turkey and ham pie, and it did look good, but I had treated myself and ordered salmon marinated in pink gin and prosecco, and it was lovely, I do usually save her a little bit of something off my plate, bless her it’s only fair. But she was having none of this, no this was all for me, anyway, alcohol isn’t good for dogs.
The other half buckled and saved her a little it of turkey, not that she would have known what it was, it didn’t even touch the sides.
As with the beach or wherever we go, I usually do a quick check first to spot any possible hazards, for her and us. But, I must have let my guard down on this occasion, perhaps it was the thought of the pink gin and prosecco. But some dropped food had gone unnoticed. Well, unnoticed by me, not by the canine equivalent to a well known vacuum cleaner. Just as we were getting ready to leave, she did one huge dart under the table where the dogless couple where sitting, knocking over a chair in the process, you’d have thought that there was a joint of beef under there, the way she moved, but no all this commotion over two dropped peas and carrot. Honestly, we can’t go anywhere, but one things for sure, the dogless couple won’t make this mistake again.
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