A dog that needed the bog in this blog.
I do loads of dog blogs. In fact, I’m quite late in putting one together and the subject matter was going to be something completely different. Alas if you’re reading, you’re not in for a treat. The general purpose of this little story though is just to point out how far an eatery can go before putting some off.
Here goes… after some lovely weather Francesca and I decided to go out. You can’t go wild and crazy round my neck of the woods, so a local country (ish) pub beckoned. What a treat the food is at this place (which shall remain unnamed). I had a belting lamb and mint suet pudding with chips and gravy. That’s kind of like posh babbies’ head gravy wet. Francesca devoured a huge gammon steak (with my help I must add).
Lovely, lovely, lovely so far. Then, one of my favourite creatures (a dog) comes bowling in as usual. I think it belongs to the owners. So, there we were digesting the gluttony that had taken place when unfortunately the dog had a problem with his digestion. Unbelievably, it squatted right in front of us both to produce what looked like the innards of the previously eaten lamb and mint pudding.
That didn’t go down too well (literally) and although we got a couple of drinks thrown in for free, Francesca never wants to go back despite myself developing a keen affinity with the place. I’d personally say this could be the worst eating experience I’ve ever had but if someone has anything better, I need to know… NOW!
23/04
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