He's been given his wages and warned not to spend it all on drink. I know what she's talking about. Many a good dog has been led astray by the demon tipple, unable to resist a puddle or toilet bowl.
However She runs her fiefdom with a firm but fair hand and suggests I escort him along so I might see some of the low town nightlife and keep an eye on him.
Upon entry to one of the local establishments a large bowl of water is placed in front of me - drinks on the house, that's the kind of treatment I like.
Sadly it all degenerates from there with free drinks galore and I confess I may have ended up pressing myself upon strangers.
Truly I ain't nothing but a hound dog.
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