Dogs in bars…seems there are more of them than there are priests, ministers and rabbis in bars, doesn’t it? Well, look out – here comes yet another…or is it the same dog?
The bartender looks up from toweling down his bar to see a man walking in with a dog. “Hey, aren’t you the guy I threw outta here yesterday because your dog couldn’t talk?” he asks the man.
“But, Sir, I can talk!” says the dog. “I can also sing, whistle, and tell jokes!”
“Amazing,” says the barkeep, who is amazed. “Go on.”
“Not only that; I once stopped a terrorist by sniffing out his bomb at the airport – and I was also a champion sled dog in The Iditirod.”
The bartender turns to the man and says, “I gotta have that dog! How much do you want for him?”
“Ten dollars.”
“WHAT?!? Just ten dollars for a dog like this? Why so cheap?”
Dogs in bars…seems there are more of them than there are priests, ministers and rabbis in bars, doesn’t it? Well, look out – here comes yet another…or is it the same dog?
The bartender looks up from toweling down his bar to see a man walking in with a dog. “Hey, aren’t you the guy I threw outta here yesterday because your dog couldn’t talk?” he asks the man.
“But, Sir, I can talk!” says the dog. “I can also sing, whistle, and tell jokes!”
“Amazing,” says the barkeep, who is amazed. “Go on.”
“Not only that; I once stopped a terrorist by sniffing out his bomb at the airport – and I was also a champion sled dog in The Iditirod.”
The bartender turns to the man and says, “I gotta have that dog! How much do you want for him?”
“Ten dollars.”
“WHAT?!? Just ten dollars for a dog like this? Why so cheap?”
“I can’t stand a liar.”