Man drives up to the front of a country store. He sees an older gentleman sitting in a rocking chair with a sleeping dog lying on the porch.
Being a cautious fella, he rolled down his window and asked the old man, “Excuse me sir, but does your dog bite?”
The old man answered. “Nope.”
Feeling better, the man got out of his car and no sooner did he step on the first step, the dog woke up, charged down the stairs and bit him on the butt as he was scrambling to get back in his car.
Through the open window he shouted, “I thought you said your dog didn’t bite!”
The old man looked down the stairs, grinning just a little, “Mine don’t. That one does.”
Man drives up to the front of a country store. He sees an older gentleman sitting in a rocking chair with a sleeping dog lying on the porch.
Being a cautious fella, he rolled down his window and asked the old man, “Excuse me sir, but does your dog bite?”
The old man answered. “Nope.”
Feeling better, the man got out of his car and no sooner did he step on the first step, the dog woke up, charged down the stairs and bit him on the butt as he was scrambling to get back in his car.
Through the open window he shouted, “I thought you said your dog didn’t bite!”
The old man looked down the stairs, grinning just a little, “Mine don’t. That one does.”