With the exception of proper country pubs, I’d ban the grotty little fuckers.
One was off the leash outside my regular boozer last week, and did a diarrhea shite all over the floor of the entrance to the pub. Rancid. The owner of the dog, some indulgent Eurocunt, wasn’t even apologetic.
It’s actually made me like Tim Martin.
If you’re a cunt with a dog, please keep it out of boozers and restaurants. People want to eat without your dog wiping its shitey arse all over the floor nearby.