Some years ago a man and a dog went into a theatrical agency in New York, and announced that the dog could talk.
"Oh yeah," said the agent, "heard it all before, beat it."
"No, no" said the man "this dog CAN talk."
"Right, Fido, how do you feel first thing in the morning after a night out"
"Ruff" said the dog.
"There you go" said the man "Rough, don't we all?"
"Get outta here" said the agent.
"Wait" said the man. "Fido, how did it feel, in the carpark, when you sat down and pulled yourself along on your backside?"
"Ruff" said the dog.
"There you go" said the man "Rough."
"I've had enough of this," said the agent, "Now scoot."
"One more" said the man. "This is the clincher. Right, Fido, who is the greatest Baseball player who ever lived?"
"Ruff" said the dog.
"There it is" said the man "Ruth, Babe Ruth, now how about it?"
"Thats it" said the agent as he threw them out to door. "And don't come back."
As they sat on the sidewalk. The dog looked at the man and said, "Heck, I guess I should have said Joe DiMaggio."
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