On a hot, sticky afternoon, a man decided to stop in at his favorite pub for a cold, frosty glass of his favorite beverage. He left his companion, a
massive Irish Wolfhound, tied to a post just outside. The man was enjoying his beverage when a very upset gentleman came in and asked nervously, "Who
owns the Wolfhound outside?"
The owner replied, "I do. Something wrong?"
The other man replied, "Sir, I'm sorry, but my dog just killed your dog."
The Wolfhound's owner was incredulous. "Wha- How- What kind of a dog do you have?"
The nervous gentleman replied, "A Chihuahua."
The man was now even more incredulous. "How in the world could your Chihuahua kill my Wolfhound??"
The gentleman softly replied, "I think he got hung up in his throat."
Received from Mike Ryan.
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