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From: gary@gangue.uucp (Gary Studwell)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: NOT a Father Goose Tale
Message-ID: <149@gangue.uucp>
Date: Sat, 12-Jan-85 12:19:17 EST
Article-I.D.: gangue.149
Posted: Sat Jan 12 12:19:17 1985
Date-Received: Tue, 15-Jan-85 00:52:35 EST
Organization: MINEsoft, Ltd.,   Golden, Colorado
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"Some day all this will be done by computer..."

    An obviously drunk dog came into the saloon, staggered up to the bar,
and loudly demanding, "I need a shot !", jumped up on to a barstool.
The bartender growled back, "We don't serve dogs. Get out!"
    The dog left, but about 5 minutes later came back and repeated the
demand with more force and no little profanity.  Shouting, the bartender
repeated, "We don't serve dogs !", and threw the dog into the street.
Shortly the dog came back.  The bartender, having had quite enough of
this, pulled his shotgun from under the bar.
    "Get out and don't come back ! This is your last chance !", he yelled.
The dog, although drunk, was no fool (Is any talking dog ?).  Yelping,
he bolted for the door just as the bartender fired, managing to keep
all but his foot from harm.  The other patrons laughed and returned to
their drinks.

    Two nights later, the saloon doors slammed open.  Most folks recalled
that this usually heralded trouble and dove for the floor.  A large dog,
dressed all in black (sort of like Johnny Cash), with two six-guns at the
ready, stalked in the door.




   "All right", he growled. "Which one of you shot my Paw ?"



(Nobody said they had to be good.)
-- 
Gary Studwell, MINEsoft,Ltd.       Any opinions expressed are probably
13271 W. 20th Ave.                        direct feeds from hyperspace.
Golden, Colorado 80401
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