Ok, so our Vietnamese neighbours moved and asked if we’d look after their dog. The kids said yes before asking me if that was OK, promising with big eyes to look after the little pooch and walk it every day.
Yeah, right … so here I am, looking for the blasted dog who slipped the lead and chased after a cat. The problem? You try shouting at midnight for a dog called Dum Phuk.
An Alsatian went to a telegram office, took out a blank form and wrote, “Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof.”
The clerk examined the paper and politely told the dog: “There are only nine words here. You could send another ‘Woof’ for the same price.”
“But,” the dog replied, “that would make no sense at all.”
(This is an old post but one of my favourites. If you like my wacky sense of humour, filter the posts by FUNNY category using the menu above and enjoy)
