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There is also the tale of two dogs chatting in a vet's waiting room. Dog 1 asks Dog 2 why he's there. Dog 2 explains that he mistook his master's slippers for a small animal and, in a fit of instinct, attacked and bit his master. So now he's been brought to the vet to be put down. Dog 2 then asks Dog 1 why he's there. Dog 1 explains that his mistress had just got out of the bath, and dropped her glasses. While she was fumbling around on all fours looking for them, he was overcome with desire and, in a fit of instinct, mounted her. "So you're here to be put down as well?", asked Dog 2."No, I'm here to get my nails clipped"
I wonder what she'd have done if they'd owned a sausage dog?
Had it in a bun?
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