One of the few things that Nanny State hasn't tried to interfere with over here is the Englishman's right to own and enjoy his dog (in contrast to NZL). And interestingly enough you don't see too many half starved mutts running round wild as you do back home.
Last week I was at the Romsey Show where our d-i-l had a stand (Material Girls - Handmade Products for Babies, Children & Home - orders sent to NZL - see http://www.materialgirls.org/ - end of commercial). 26,000 people and about 13,000 dogs of all shapes and sizes including a Great Dane who decided to lean against me and almost knocked me over in the process. All well behaved and all on leashes.
Spent some quality time with a VVet I was privileged to command. Rex made his millions (literally) designing and installing telecommunications in Africa in the 70s, 80s and early 90s. Now he lives the life of a country squire in a beautifully restored 16th century barn in the country outside Ledbury in Herefordshire surrounded by dogs and cats and wives. Poppy (dog no. ?) took us off for a drink at his/her/it's 'local' high in the Malvern Hills. Got out of the Range Rover and he/she/it beat us through the door and straight to the bar where he/she/it demanded and got from the barman a biscuit from her own special biscuit jar kept on the bar. Other customers stood aside. He/she/it then proceeded to go from table to table with her 'I'm a poor starving Labrador look' etched on face until, replete with food, made her way to our table and fell asleep under it awaking only when we left when he/she/it refused to go until the barman gave her another dog biscuit.
Someone is going to post that all that is totally over the top and a heath hazard to humans. To them I say 'nuts' ... long may it continue.
In your dreams, creep.
3 hours ago