A study in concentration

When J is away and I have running practice, R goes for dog-walking and then we meet for girls' dinner.

Our favourite place has a dog-friendly patio and a dog menu. Just to be clear - we never order from the dog menu.

But the woman sitting at the next table did. In fact, she said she'd only invited her facialist for dinner, so she would bring her dog, and they could order from the dog menu.

The dog meal was in the biggest dog dish I've ever seen. Easily big enough for the chihuahua cross dog to sleep in. So they shared out the dinner three ways with Brownie and Otis, who thought their birthdays had come.

Uh oh...now they know there's a dog menu....