“A rich Barnsley lad wants to commemorate his well-loved dog, who has just died, by making a
gold statue of it, so he pops off to his local jeweler. He says to the jeweler, “Can thee make me a
gold statue o’ me dog?” The jeweller replies, “Certainly, sir. Would you like it 18 carat?” To
which the Barnsley lad says, “No, daft lad, I want it chewing a bone!””
