This morning I ran into my friend Roy at the Post Office. Roy and I live in the same subdivision, about 5 blocks apart. We each have a PO Box and see other at the Post Office more than we see each other in the neighborhood.
Roy told me he and his wife Bonnie have a new pup, part cocker.
I said, “That Joe Cocker gets around doesn’t he?”
We both laughed.
Then I told him that I heard that dogs that were part cocker spaniel didn’t shed much. He said that might be true, they haven’t noticed much dog hair.
Roy said he was trying to teach the dog to play Frisbee, do I play Frisbee with Willow?
I told him I tried. Willow is good at catching it but she doesn’t want to give it up. The same with playing ball with her, after she catches it, she gets downright possessive and growls and snaps if you try to take it from her… like she earned it, now it is belongs to her.
Roy said why didn’t I get the rule book (he pantomimed flipping pages) and show her (pointing on his imaginary page) that the rules state that you give it up to play catch it again.
We both laughed.
There are some serious-minded people who might have said something like: “Joe Cocker? What are you talking about? I meant part cocker spaniel!”
And:
“But dogs can’t read!”
6 comments:
Too bad that Willow doesn't know to give it up so you can throw it again. I once had a dog like that.
Judy,
On most other things Willow is sweet as a lamb.
LOL! I thought "Joe Cocker" was a good one!
Did you hear about that man who found that talking Lab?
He was driving around the back woods of Montana and he saw a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: ‘Talking Dog For Sale ‘ He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador Retriever sitting there.
‘You talk?’ he asks.
‘Yep,’ the Lab replies.
After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says ‘So, what’s your story?’
The Lab looks up and says, ‘Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.’ ‘I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running.
But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.’ ‘I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.’
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
‘Ten dollars,’ the guy says.
‘Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?’
‘Because he’s a liar. He never did any of that crap…
That's a good one!
JOE COCKER HAD A HIT ALBUM IN 1969 NAMED "MAD DOGS, ENGLISHMEN, AND JOE COCKER".
PR
Carolyn,
You asked if I heard that joke. Yes.
I really like your new-to-you house!
PR,
Then that explains it.
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