The memories I have of dogs in bars are not great. In my old local Wiltshire pub, a huge dog used to roam free. The word huge is an understatement. He was as big as Hagrid's beast, Fang. It was terrifying the way he would charge at me to sniff my derrière. I knew I would never feel comfortable drinking in in that pub with that wolf guarding it. That…
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