Last night we went to my favourite dog friendly pub. Dad threatened to leave me at home cos I was barking but in the end we all went out together. Of course, I know the way to the Royal Oak, and as soon as we walk in that direction I get more and more excited. Last night I was the only dog there so I gave a few woofs to introduce myself. I asked a man to give me his cheese roll but he wasn’t playing ball. Then the landlord came across with some corned beef as my treat: Mum thought that was a good idea – ‘meat is much better than crisps for a dog’. Oh Yeah? I’ll have both!