Brother, can you spare a . . . dog biscuit?

The food was hot and tasty, the beer was flowing, and the room was humming with laughter and conversation. It felt good to get in from the cold and the rain. But wait, what was this? Standing on the bench beside the building was this handsome fellow, longingly peering into the pub, hoping to be noticed or perhaps invited in. He never budged, but remained steadfast, quietly staring into the room, patiently waiting and waiting.