Just read an article: How can you tell when someone has a dog? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you. Everyone in Asselby seems to have a dog - sometimes several - which soon become the sole topic of conversation.
This is the kind of scene I used to encounter in the good old days, when I toured around in the Romahome and visited characterful pubs in the middle of nowhere. Having been sitting on his own, the guy on the right suddenly announced: “Right… I’ll get the dogs from the car”. The couple on the left had been debating how much their house had increased in value between lunch and tea-time, but the dogs (or are they ponies?) quickly monopolised both the conversation and every available inch of floor-space…
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