The Dogsbody At The Noel Arms, Chipping Campden…
Mid-afternoon in the Noel Arms coffee space
Near the public bar, where a local guy,
A veteran, sits in the silent, obedient
Company of his small, unassuming pooch with its dark,
Pleading eyes and vacant, hangdog expression…
Soon, the owner rises with a determined face
And heads for the hotel’s toilets with a sigh
And his dog drops in behind, its devotion fervent,
Following shadow-like, regimental, its resolution stark,
Its languid faithfulness leaving a lasting impression…
Pete Ray
3rd October 2025…
The dog is quite hilarious and it follows the owner, a metre of so behind, as if physically attached to him, yet seemingly totally ignored.
No lead is necessary.
I asked the guy about the pet some weeks back and he told me that it was a rescue dog, acquired four years ago.
When his daughter had asked how he was getting on with the dog, the chap had apparently replied,
“It stalks me…”
Loved that…
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