Pug at the bar - update

 The pug at the bar has been busy, too busy to attend the last Bent Arms 'cook-off'.  Worse: we had such a good time at the bar that we can't remember the details of what happened... something about Ursula coming last and picking 'Pork Pies' as the next 'cook-off' for Sunday 22nd February at 3pm... There is a poster with the details at the bar of the Bent and you can work your magic at home and bring the efforts in to the Bent for the competition. Hungry hangers on get to eat whatever is left after the Judges have finished – same rules – check previous posts.

Two dodgy doggies were spotted secretly disposing of stolen goods on the Common in broad daylight. 'i-spy' have released the following photo and warned those with tasty tit-bits to beware.

Apparently, Monty Sunshine defected to Cuckfield for the day and discovered 'Waggy Tails' in the Saturday market next to the revamped dog-friendly 'Talbot Inn'. It was the tasty treats that first attracted the attention, followed by the designer dog collars. The lovely Trudy Furini and her little White Westie promised to join the little dog club on Lindfield Common when the weather gets better, so check out her out at www.trudyfuriniphotography.co.uk  and visit her stall on the next Cuckfield market day.

 

                                         The Pug would like eveyone to know:

Katy and Monty's puppies have all gone to their new homes – apart from little Nipper who is staying with mum and is apparently a regular in local Lindfield pubs. Cute photos follow – everybody get ready to say ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

The things that touch us

“Just give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman. Then if  I  can get the dog to go somewhere and read the book, I might have a little fun . . .”

                                                                                                              ―  Groucho  Marx

 
“They say that dogs are like their owners, part of their personality,” I joke as my dog nuzzles his nose up the skirt of an attractive guest. In truth, I am a little worried by that idea.
I had offered to drive a woman I had just met home. She was unaware that my dog sat in the darkness of the back seat and as we moved quickly through the night, he leaned forward and with no other sound, licked the back of her ear. I heard her catch her breath and then she stopped talking and became silent. A nervous uncertainty filled the interior of the car and it was obvious that she thought that I was behind the misdemeanor. Was she more amazed at the thought that I might attempt such an indiscretion, or the idea that I was able to do so while driving at speed?
“It was my dog,” I said to clarify the situation.
“Oh,” she replied, then said nothing more.
For all our cleverness, we are often unaware of the things that touch us.

Dog Day Afternoon