Mr PugRunner drove us back to the Dolphin, where I hobbled, barefoot to our room (much to the amusement of the valet). In the car, I had chowed down on a tube of cinnamon applesauce (yes, it was the best applesauce ever), and was looking forward to a scalding shower, and a dip in some epsom ...
ok, the pugs don't run, but we do
