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.
