The pub dog
I used to be landlady of a pub out in the sticks. As it had a lot of land we thought we'd get a dog. So duly collected this little puppy which grew to be 14 stone - a wonderful Great Dane called Bogart (aka Buggalugs). When he was young he spent a lot of time in the garden with two young goats and thought he was one for a while. I remember him happily munching grass and cabbage with them.
As he got a bit older he got a thing about hats. One day an old codger was stood at the bar in a flat cap. Bogey stood up on his hind legs and gently took the cap in his mouth and ran off with it. People kept their caps in their pockets after that. He loved children and could often be found bringing back a stray child from the far reaches of the garden, holding its hand gently in his mouth.

One night at a lock-in (long before 24 hour drinking) I was dancing with a customer. Bogey wormed his way between us & put his paws on my shoulders as if to say 'mine!' He was a much better dancer.

The only problem was when you were lying in bed. He would take a running jump and land on your stomach (if you were lucky!) He was a fantastic friend who kept me sane through some hairy times.
(misspiggy In danger of having to get a job, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:36, Reply)