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In an old wester saloon a dog comes through the seinging doors and sits down at the bar and says, "Give me a beer."

The bartender replies, "We don't serve no talking dogs here. Now get out or I'll shoot you dead."

The dog pushes hes cowboy hat back on his head and says loudly, "Give me a beer!"

The bartender takes his six-shooter and shoots the dog in the foot. The dog lets out a yelp and rolls out into the street, and makes his way down the dirt road and out of sight.

Well, not much happened at the old saloon for the next couple of weeks, until one day the dog showd up again. This time he brought all of his dog friends with him. The swinging doors creaked loudly as he came through them, dressed all in black. His spurs clicked on the wooden floor as he walked slowly to the bar.

A man stepped into his path and said, "I'm the owner here sir. Anything I can do for ya?"

The dog squinted his eyes. He looked slowly around the saloon and finally back at the owner. The saloon was silent.

The dog pulled the cigar from his mouth and said, "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw!"

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