| A
butcher is leaning on the counter
toward the close of day when a dog
with a basket in its jaws comes
pushing through the door.
"An'
wot's this then?" he asked.
The dog knocks the basket sharply
into the butcher's shins.
"You
dumb dog." As he reaches
down to smack the dog, he notices
a note and a ten dollar bill in
the basket.
The
scribble on the note asks for
three pounds of his best mince
[ground beef]. The butcher figures
this is too easy. He goes to the
window and reaches for the dried
up stuff that's been sitting out
all day.
The
dog growls at him. The butcher
turns around and, glaring at the
pup, gets the best mince from
the fridge. Weighing out about
2 1/2 pounds, he drops in on the
scale with his thumb.
"Hmmmmm,
a bit shy. Who'll know?"
Again,
the dog growls menacingly. "Alright,
alright," as he throws on
a generous half pound. He wraps
it out, drops it in the basket,
and drops in change from a five.
The dog threatens to chew him
off at the ankles. Another five
goes in the basket.
The
butcher is quite impressed and
decides to follow the piddy pup
home. The dog quickly enters a
high-rise buildings, pushes the
lift button, enters the lift,
and then pushes the button for
the 12th floor. The dog walks
down the corridor and smartly
bangs the basket on the door.
The door opens, and the dog's
owner screams at the dog.
"Hey,
what are you doing? That's a really
smart dog you've got there,"
comments the butcher.
"He's
a stupid dog--that's the third
time this week he's forgotten
his key.
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