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Pub Hooligans
We occasionally travel to see my sister some ten miles away, and usually arrange to meet in a local pub (one that doesn't serve food). She also has two borders and they do like to meet there country cousins from time to time.
On one occasion the quiet get together was thrown into turmoil on the arrival of another dog in the pub, and obviously not a cousin. We were unaware of the new arrival, and were quite happily catching up on events, deep in conversation and enjoying the drink.
Our four terriers saw the new arrival and, in unison, voiced their opinion for all in the pub to hear. What was worse was the effort of our pack in trying to get to the stranger in the camp.
We had tied the leads around the legs of the table, one of those ornate cast iron creations that are impossible to move - under normal circumstances.
The ensuing charge by four tough little mutts sent the stools toppling and the table swaying. Everything from the table, including a freshly purchased round of drinks, ended up on the floor.
All of this turmoil woke everyone in the pub - a floor show at no extra cost!. It's strange that, in the heat of the moment, the first thing one dives for is the dogs leads and not the drinks that you've gone out to enjoy.
All eventually quietened down and the evening settled back into it's steady pace, though it did turn out to be an expensive one.
