Sadie, the old lush that she is (projection anyone?), sometimes accompanies her genteel master to the local drinkery. The dog waits patiently for festivities to end, tucked quietly into a corner or sitting her ample bottom upon a patio step. On the other hand, the Yorkie spends his time at the pub waiting for a server to inadvertently drop a piece of bacon off a plate or stumble and spill glorious french fries in front of him.
