Once, in the Jolly Sailor on Portland,
a Russian sailor, who was jolly alright, tried to steal my dog.

I nearly ended up with 2 half dogs as he'd taken a good hold of the poor mutt and I was trying to wrestle him from this pissed up man-mountain's not inconsiderable grip. Obviously this fucking vodka sponge had taken a liking to my dawg and was resolved to take him home to the motherland on his ship.
It all ended reasonably amicably as I shook him warmly by the throat and his shipmates punched him repeatedly in the ear until he let go.
Later the captain told me that he did this in nearly every port and sometimes got the dog on board before being discovered.

The dog ate a discarded kebab on the way home and threw up shortly afterwards.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 13:13, 9 replies)

He'd be from the Russian Sailors Portland Canines Appropriators.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Wed 12 Feb 2014, 14:08, closed)

To be completely fair
this is more a dog story than a pub story.

A doggy pub story.
(username failed moderation, Thu 13 Feb 2014, 12:33, closed)

Gahh!

( Infidel , shit and wrong, Thu 13 Feb 2014, 13:25, closed)