Morty visits the veterinarian and says, "Dr. Saul, my dog has a big problem."
Dr. Saul asks him, "So what kind of dog is this?"
"He's a Jewish dog. His name is Irving and he can talk," says Morty.
"He can talk?" the doubting doctor asks.
"Watch this!" Morty points to the dog and commands, "Irving, fetch!"
Irving, the dog, begins to walk toward the door, then turns around and says, "So why are you talking to me like that? You always order me around like I'm nothing. You only call me when you want something and then you make me sleep on the floor, with my arthritis. You give me this fahkahkta food with all the salt and fat, and you tell me it's a special diet. It tastes like dreck! You should eat it yourself!
And do you ever take me for a decent walk? NO--it's out of the house, a short pish, and right back home. Maybe if I could stretch out a little, the sciatica wouldn't kill me so much! I should roll over and play dead for real for all you care!"
Dr. Saul is amazed. "This is remarkable! With such a dog, what could be the problem?"
Morty exclaims, "The dog has a hearing problem! I said 'fetch,' not 'kvetch.'
Sammy, how exactly did my own dog end up in a joke?? ;-)
That is hilarious!! I am Jewish....sent it to my entire family....thanks so much. xoxox
that is your dog, too, danny?
roflmao!
betsy - i'm glad i could make you laugh, sweetie. i sent it to my family and friends too.
toodles poodles -
sammy
roflmao!
betsy - i'm glad i could make you laugh, sweetie. i sent it to my family and friends too.
toodles poodles -
sammy
