Sup up

Every so often I am a taxi driver for the pub run escorting the normally reserved quiet men who turn into chatty men back to the relevant homes after a night out at the local hostelry.
This one is called Jack. Seated on a bar stool, paws on the bar surround brass rail supping a wee pint - or a few mls. Fortunately for him, me and his owner, this old dog can hold his beer and no accidents occurred in my car as he got a lift home - lucky for him!