My dog is the bestest dog in the world. He is a West Highland Terrier. He looks very cute. He can lead me to my favourite pub. While there, he will sit at my feet while I read or chat or even, rarely, to drink. We will stay there while I get my next drink, and a bag of pork scratchings to share. But when it's his turn to buy the drinks and the scratchings, he just looks at me. He does get me home afterwards though, so perhaps I should see him as some kind of guide/taxi and call it evens...

What do you think?

Such is a dog's life.

He may be underage - and not wanting to get you into trouble.

lol

That is a good point. Do licenced premises accept the concept of "dog years"?

"You have until 11pm to order your last pint - (or 2:30am in dog years)."