This fellow
was sitting at the counter in a truck stop diner eating
lunch. He was rather small in stature,
wearing a suit with a bow-tie, and on the stool next to
him was his dog; an unusually small Mexican Chihuahua. He
was surrounded by big rough-looking, rough-talking truck
drivers, and he was catching a lot of ribbing about his
dog. He continued in silence eating his lunch and when
finished stood down from the counter, paid his bill, and
he and his dog walked out of the diner.
A few moments
later the small man returns and timidly asks, "Does
anyone in here own a Doberman?" The roughest of the truck
drivers rises and walks over to the little man and says,
"Yeah, the Doberman's mine. What about 'im?" The little
guy replies, "I'm afraid, my dog just killed your dog."
The truck driver, bristling, bellows, "How could YOUR dog
possibly have killed MY dog?" The little man responds,
"Well, your dog choked on him."
