The proprietor, Len, welcomed our dog, Gilbert, and showed where the poop pot and ladle were on the lawn and the hole to place his fertilizer gifts.
Then he took us round to the library and salon where tables are set up for breakfast. Laura's sister who stayed here said the breakfasts were a real treat, a true chef's delight.
For now Laura and I are basking in the luxury and elegance while Gilbert is sleeping under the table. He's dreaming of Maxine, the toy poodle he met next door.
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