My husband told me not to take our dogs. My mother told me not to take our dogs. They had a point, our dogs are rather anti-social beings. Right up until last night I was not going to take the dogs.
But Monty, oh my, he barked and huffed through everything. Fortunately one of the other parishners took Ginger for me as I had my hands full with Monty. I held him in a death grip for the entire service. One, to keep the mud off my clothing (semi-successful) and two, to stop him attacking every other dog in sight. He rather has a Napoleon complex.