A warm drink on a cold evening.
A few of us at work have set up a walking group and have been pretty religious with it. This means that even in the worst weather we will still climb some welsh hills or roam footpaths in the dark of winter. Two weeks ago we walked in driving sleet around the shithole that is Risca, South Wales and ended the walk with the usual pub visit.

The pub of choice was the Philanthropic Inn, a pub so tatty and worn not even a homeless man would stay the night.

Upon entering, the roundest spaniel I have ever seen in my life made loud whoop noises before trying to lick our hands away from our wrists. A colleague ventured to the men's (outside, of course. This building has not changed since the 1960s!) before returning looking a little green, and seemed to be steering well clear of the rotund spaniel.

It transpires that the dog enjoyed its drinks warm, and would lap at the steaming hot piss from the urinal trough as the punters filled it....bleurgh.

None of us dared go near the dog and quickly exited after the pints were mostly finished....
(rainmaker is 98% lurker., Wed 8 Feb 2012, 21:51, Reply)