The Tale of the Dog

The pub landlord was delighted with the little puppy that he’d acquired, and the little puppy was very pleased with his new home.

He’d run around the place, just a bundle of energy – very inquisitive, examining this, looking into that, non-stop all day, until the inevitable happened and he caught his tail in a fast-closing door and lost it!

Time passed, and as one human year equals seven dog years, eventually he went to dog-heaven, for an endless supply of dog biscuits, walks in paradise – well, you couldn’t call it a dog’s life!

However, he felt incomplete, and one night around midnight, he went back in his ghostly form to ask to be made whole again.

“Sorry,” said the landlord, “you know very well I can’t retail spirits after hours.”