Sunday lunch at the Victoria Stakes pub, Muswell Hill. Arrived early and bagged a leather sofa. Milli Mills settles in. Checks over the environ. Her first official pub outing.Milli then shares some fine seafood. And with lunchtime patrons filling the tables, she suddenly begins to mumble under her breath. Large, slightly-striped canine spotted (or more accurately located by scent).
Just as the owners secure a central table, Milli Mills decides to let the entire pub know how high pitched she can yelp.
Standing defiantly on our laps, she looked out, as all and sundry look back. How embarrassing.
