A common sight in Belgium is the lap dog or as we call them where I come from, the
Yappy. I like dogs. Man's best friend and all of that nonsense. I don't know an awful lot about the origins of dogs, I know they were domesticated from their wild ancestors many thousands of years ago. I was
intrested to read just a moment ago that the Chihuahua can trace it's ancestry all the way back to the
Toltecs in Mexico almost 11,000 years ago. It's hard to imagine marauding packs of wild chihuahuas troubling the local population. Sadly, you can see people walking around Antwerp with one of these creatures tucked under their arm, often the dogs are better dressed than I am. I admit I had forgotten about
yappies until today and was only reminded of them because I spent an enjoyable hour with one yapping in my ear on the bus. The reason I had forgotten all about them was because in the winter they keep them in doggy bags (no, not the sort you get in
restaurants). This particular dog would lay in wait for a passenger to walk by and then it's head would emerge from the bag and a furious yapping would ensue until the passenger, in fear for his or her life, would move out of the dogs exclusion zone. This was quite funny for the first half a dozen times it happened, but after 30 minutes or so the other passengers started to get a bit...antsy. I will own up to growling at the bloody thing when I got up to leave the bus and I wish I could say that my
vicious big dog growl sent it diving back into the safety of it's bag but
unfortunately it just kept on yapping.
real dogs
A common sight in Belgium is the lap dog or as we call them where I come from, the Yappy. I like dogs. Man's best friend and all of that nonsense. I don't know an awful lot about the origins of dogs, I know they were domesticated from their wild ancestors many thousands of years ago. I was intrested to read just a moment ago that the Chihuahua can trace it's ancestry all the way back to the Toltecs in Mexico almost 11,000 years ago. It's hard to imagine marauding packs of wild chihuahuas troubling the local population. Sadly, you can see people walking around Antwerp with one of these creatures tucked under their arm, often the dogs are better dressed than I am. I admit I had forgotten about yappies until today and was only reminded of them because I spent an enjoyable hour with one yapping in my ear on the bus. The reason I had forgotten all about them was because in the winter they keep them in doggy bags (no, not the sort you get in restaurants). This particular dog would lay in wait for a passenger to walk by and then it's head would emerge from the bag and a furious yapping would ensue until the passenger, in fear for his or her life, would move out of the dogs exclusion zone. This was quite funny for the first half a dozen times it happened, but after 30 minutes or so the other passengers started to get a bit...antsy. I will own up to growling at the bloody thing when I got up to leave the bus and I wish I could say that my vicious big dog growl sent it diving back into the safety of it's bag but unfortunately it just kept on yapping. 
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