Before moving on to the second month of 2021 - how can it be so soon - here's one more little story from Jinks.
Visiting my dear Auntie Betty in Cornwall one spring we stayed in a beautifully appointed hotel right on the seafront: 'Dogs welcome'. Jinks was just 18 months old.
I had to walk him smartly past the array of greenery in pots on the landing outside our bedroom. Breakfast was at a set hour, no dogs allowed in the dining room. Jinks would have to stay in the bedroom. No dogs allowed on beds. I spread his blanket on the bed, hoping nobody would service the room during breakfast.
One day, great excitement, Jinks sniffing and pawing under the sofa in the lounge, found a stray Christmas tree bauble. The lady of the house was not amused. The following year, trying to book for a return visit to see Betty, we found 'Dogs not allowed.'
Gorgeous Jinks!! Great story!! If that had been George he would have been peeing on the pot plants!! I have to keep an eye on him when we go to a new cottage where other dogs have been!! LOL!!
This story makes me laugh! I know what you mean about the plants! Monty used to help himself to gloves off the display if I ever ventured into the local dog friendly winter sports shop - I had to buy more than one pair!
Given half a chance, so would Jinks have been!