Where's my effing pony made a good comment on my last blog. She asked if the notice had been in Braille. I couldn't say for sure, so I had to make an arduous trip back to the pub to check it out. After serious investigation, in the course of drinking a few IPA's and eating the obligatory packet of crisps, I can conclude that the notice was not in Braille. No my friends, the doggies would have had to do it all by themselves.