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Abie, a somewhat shy and retiring gentleman who lives a bit southwest,
sent this one about a little girl and her dog...

A little girl asked her mother, "Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around
the block?"

Mom replies,"No, because she is in heat."

"What's that mean?" asked the child.

"Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage."

The little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, may I take Belle for a
walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat,
and to come to you."

Dad said, "Bring Belle over here."

Being old school he took a rag, soaked it with a little gasoline, and dabbed
the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said,"OK, you can go
now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block."

The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash.

Surprised, Dad asked, "Where's Belle?"

(YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS!)

The little girl said, "She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so
another dog is pushing her home."

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