DC - I’ve always taken my old Border Terrier into pubs and cafés where dogs are allowed. He was always quiet, he always lay down under our table, and other customers often remarked as we left that they hadn’t realised we had a dog with us.

Mrs Backwoodswoman and I weren’t able to have children, and we regard our dog as our family. He was far, far better-behaved than many of the children whose parents brought them into those pubs and cafés, and he didn’t throw food around and leave the place looking like an explosion in a food factory the way some of them did. ;-)