Long time readers of this blog will be aware that by and large us pups are treated pretty handsomely when we travel by train in the UK.
Many a time has a train attendant, in the course of ticket checking duties, slipped me a morsel or two of shortbread along with a fond pat on the head.
So when travelling back to Aberdeen yesterday, I read the sign above the thoughtfully provided water bowl at Newark North Gate station, and I said to myself yes, that seems fair enough (although Gail did raise her eyebrows at the 'all our customers" bit).
Well I have to tell you that the standard of service on the 10:46 am LNER train to Edinburgh on Monday morning actually exceeded my already high expectations.
No soon as Gail and I had settled comfortably into carriage L than a
And this is what we found inside.
Warm slices of sausage, glistening with fat, which Gail says were probably left overs from the First Class breakfast service, but I like to think had been specially prepared in anticipation of my distinguished presence on the train.
Oh those sausages smelled divine and tasted even better.
I was a most contented chappie for the rest of the long journey home.