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A man walks into a bar with his dog and puts the dog on a bar stool.

The bartender asks the man what he wants to drink.

"I'll have a bourbon and Coke!"

The man then turns to his dog and asks, "What are you going to have,
Rover?"

"I'll have a Scotch and soda -- light on the soda," says Rover.

The bartender is skeptical about the dog talking.

"Come on," he says, "that dog can't talk -- you're a ventriloquist!"

"No, Rover can really talk! While I am in the restroom, you can have a
conversation with him yourself -- but don't let him out of your sight. He
is a very valuable dog."

The man goes to the restroom. When he returns, the dog is gone.

"Hey, where's my dog? I told you not to let him out of your sight."

"Aw, I didn't believe that Rover could talk, so I gave him a quarter
and sent him to the drugstore to buy me a paper."

"Let's go look for him," said the man.

The two went to the drugstore -- no Rover. They walked up and down
nearby alleys and streets -- no dog! Finally, they found Rover in an
alley on top of another dog -- going at it hot and heavy.

Pointing his finger at Rover, the man says angrily, "How come you are
doing this? You have never done this before!"

"First time I ever had any money!"
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