After neglecting the poor undernourished (as he would have you believe) hound while playing with toy trains over the weekend I finally took him to the pub on Sunday evening.
Then I was getting dirty looks because he’d missed out on the bones from the buffet.
I can’t win.
Anyway, I don’t know what Judy and Pete have done to it but the Weetwood was going down like cream. It’s always good but it was really on form last night.
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