I remember Morgan McAllister at the Glue Pot, as my father had his paint shop next door to it. He had a Doberman that he kept in the back garden of the pub, and it guarded the place well. I don't remember ever seeing it, because of the high walls round the garden, but if there was any disturbance it would bark the place down. Don't think anybody in their right mind would risk going in to steal any of the stock.
