Four Legged Fiend

This website's been going since they invented electricity, and yet one subject has been avoided throughout.

Today we are going to have to tackle it. People around the planet, who don't know squat about our neck of the woods, recognise the name Yorkshire because of a dog.

You know the one I mean.

Ex-paper rounders out there will definitely know what I mean.

I just don't get it. How come you get a so-so southern county gets a nice strapping bull terrier named after them and we get a dog that looks like a gonk.

To me a dog's got to be a big strong beastie that does proper dog things like fetching sticks, destroying furniture and dragging you through the park looking for interesting smells.

I took my dad's dog for a walk recently and it flat refused to go down a particular footpath. Spread all four legs out and refused to budge. It was too big to pick up and had made its mind up. We were there for hours.

If you can pick up a dog and fit it into a bag then that's not a dog, it's a toy. You might as well stick a Triang label on the side, and fit four wheels on its paws.

What sort of a dog needs a knitted coat on, and a haircut and a pedicure every other week. Puts up with having ribbons and bows attached to its wimpy little body.

I read summat today about a Yorkshire Terrier called Whitney that's been signed up to a big Animal Agent as it was confirmed as the world's smallest dog. Six inches long, and weighs 750grams. Terrified of cats.

Now you tell me - how does a big strapping county like ours get associated with a dog like this.

Was there a vote? Was Yorkshire forward at the back of the queue when they gave the dogs out? I think we should be told. Heads should roll.

B