Black Dog H(a)unt

Hence breaks wouldn’t do for Ugly on the much shorter hikes with me. After five minutes he called it a day and moved on. And although he was a pub dog, he didn’t like to doze under bar tables or benches. During the day he wasn’t allowed in the pub of his owners and had to stay in the backyard. Which I didn’t have in mind, when I stopped at the Dartmoor Inn. After a ramble across the moors and around the stone rows and the stone circle of Merrivale I was looking forward for a pint of bitter and a rest for my tired feet. But first I had to go for a quick pee. When I got back from the loo, I just caught Ugly sneaking out of the door with a couple of walkers. Five seconds later, and he would have gone!