I went shopping for a present for my wife.
I brought along The Little Dog because he likes to listen to the oldies radio channel.
I pull into the parking lot and left the pickup engine running when I went inside the store because it’s been kind of cold here and I didn’t want the little guy to get uncomfortable.
I come back out and get into the pickup and I notice that there’s fifteen more miles on the odometer than when I went into the store.
I asked The Little Dog if he had gone for a joy ride.
He said he’d been out drag racing for pink slips.
I asked him if he’d done any good.
He said he lost the pickup in a race with a Greyhound who was driving a Yugo.
Everybody knows Greyhounds use nitrous, but Mr Big Daddy Little Dog had no idea what nitrous is.
Well, we hitch hiked home with The Little Dog telling me to buy one of those Hellcat Dodge Challengers so he could resume his racing career.
I told him to take up stamp collecting instead because I didn’t think he could beat a three legged cat in a race.
“I brought along The Little Dog because he likes to listen to the oldies radio channel.”
That’s a good one... I had a dog that “loved” The Glenn Miller song “Pennsylvania 6-5000” and when the song stopped for a second and the whole band shouted “Pennsylvania 6-5000” that dog would start barking and running around the house trying to figure out who was in the house yelling Pennsylvania 6-5000.”
So naturally, whenever I needed a chuckle I would put on that Glenn Miller song on the stereo and watch my dog go to town.