One of the best, most welcoming, sights in a public house is the presence of a pub dog.
Lazing by an open fire. At the feet of their master. Bowl of water. Maybe a sneaky beer taster. Fresh from a walk. Snaffling round for rogue nuts and scratchings. Sniffing out recent canine visitors. Fussed over by other drinkers. Can I say hello to your dog? What his name? It is a he isn’t it?
They’re an essential part of what makes British pubs so great.