Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid light bulb?
Border Collie: Just One. And then I'll replace all the wiring that's not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can't reach the stupid lamp.
Rottweiler: Make Me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Lab: Oh Me, me me, PLEEEEEEEEZE let me change the light bulb. Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I, PLEEEEEEEEZE, PLEASE PLEASE?
German Shepard: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell: I'll just pop it in while I am bouncing off the walls.
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Pointer: I see it, there it is, there it is, right there--RIGHT THERE
Greyhound: It isn't moving, who cares?
Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle.
Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear, and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
Terrier: Let me bark at it for a while to see if it really needs changing.
A cat died and went to Heaven. God met her at the gates and said, "You have been a good cat all these years. Anything you want is yours for the asking."
The cat thought for a minute and then said, "All my life I lived on a farm and slept on hard wooden floors. I would like a real fluffy pillow to sleep on."
God said, "Say no more." Instantly the cat had a huge fluffy pillow.
A few days later, six mice were killed in an accident and they all went to Heaven together. God met the mice at the gates with the same offer that He made to the cat.
The mice said, "Well, we have had to run all of our lives: from cats, dogs, and even people with brooms! If we could just have some little roller skates, we would not have to run again."
God answered, "It is done." All the mice had beautiful little roller skates.
About a week later, God decided to check on the cat. He found her sound asleep on her fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, "Is everything okay? How have you been doing? Are you happy?"
The cat replied, "Oh, it is WONDERFUL. I have never been so happy in my life. The pillow is so fluffy, and those little Meals on Wheels you have been sending over are delicious!"
There were 2 monkeys in a bath, one monkey said, "Whoo Whoo Whoo Haaa Haaa HAAA!"
The second monkey said, "Well put some cold water in then!"
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their bed.
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait. It is only a matter of time.
There was a young couple who lived in a town filled with crime. After three of their neighbors' houses had been robbed, the couple decided to get a guard dog. So the young wife went to the pet store and enquired about a good guard dog.
The assistant told her, "Sorry, we're all sold out. All we have left is this little Scottie dog. But, he does know Karate."
The wife didn't believe the assistant, so he said to the dog, "Karate that chair."
The dog went up to the chair and broke it into pieces.
Then he said to the dog, "Karate that table."
The dog went up to the table and broke it in half.
So the wife bought the dog and took it home to her husband who was expecting a big guard dog. The husband was, of course, disappointed and somewhat skeptical about the Scottie dog's abilities as a guard dog.
When she told her husband that the dog knew karate, he said, "Karate my ass!"
He was released from hospital 3 weeks later.
For several years a man trained his dog to tell jokes and sing songs. One day he was able to get the dog his first break, a spot on the David Lettermam show. When the dog came on stage, however, he froze and didn't say a word.
On the way home, the man scolds his dog. "You know, we had a shot at stardom and you go and blow it! What happened to you out on that stage anyway?"
"I couldn't see the darn cue cards," growled the dog.
In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine. You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath. But at least now he smells a lot better.
A waiter asks a man, "May I take your order, sir?"
"Yes," the man replies. "I'm just wondering, exactly how do you prepare
your chickens?"
"Nothing special, sir. We just tell them straight out that they're going to die."
What do you get when you cross a pit bull with a collie?
A dog that runs for help after it bites your leg off.
What do you call three rabbits in a row, hopping backwards simultaneously?
A receding hareline.
A little girl asks her Mom, "Mom, may I take Susie the dog for a walk around the block?"
Mom says, VNo, because Susie is in heat."
"What does that mean?" asked the child.
"Go ask your father. I think he is in the garage."
The little girl went to the garage and asked, "Dad, may I take Susie for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said that Susie was in heat, and to come talk to you."
Dad said, "Bring Susie over here."
He took a rag, soaked it with petrol, and scrubbed the dog's rear-end with it and said, "Okay, you can go now, but
keep Susie on the lead and only go one time around the block."
The little girl left, and returned a few minutes later with NO DOG on the lead.
Dad asked, "Where is Susie?"
The little girl replied, "She will be here in a minute, she ran out of petrol about halfway down the block and another dog is pushing her home."
Kenny the rooster costs a lot of money, but the farmer decides he'd be worth it. So, he buys Kenny.
The farmer takes Kenny home and sets him down in the barnyard, first, giving the rooster a pep talk.
"I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I'll need you to do a good job. So, take your time and have some fun," the farmer said, with a chuckle.
Kenny seemed to understand, so the farmer pointed toward the Hen House and Kenny took off like a shot. WHAM! Kenny nails every hen in the Hen House, three or four times, and the farmer is really shocked. After that the farmer hears a commotion in the duck pen, sure enough, Kenny is in there too!
Later, the farmer sees Kenny after a flock of geese, down by the lake. Once again WHAM! He gets all the geese.
By sunset he sees Kenny out in the fields chasing quail and pheasants. The farmer is distraught and worried that his expensive rooster won't even last 24 hours.
Sure enough when the farmer gets up the next day, Kenny on his back, stone cold in the middle of the yard and vultures are circling overhead.
The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a colorful and expensive animal, shakes his head and says, "Oh, Kenny, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you've done to yourself."
Kenny opens one eye, nods toward the vultures circling in the sky and says, "Shhh, they're getting closer!"
A Panda walked into a bar. He went up to the bar and said "I'd like a steak and kidney pie and a Coke please"
The barman took his order and the Panda went to sit down. Soon a waiter brought over his meal. The Panda ate it up, thanked and tipped the waiter and paid the bill.
All this seemed pretty normal until the panda pulled out a gun from the depths of his fur, pulled the trigger and BANG! shot the waiter.
The barman came over and said, "Wha.. wh.. You just shot my friend!!!"
The panda calmly replied "Do you know what I am?"
"Why yes," the barman answered. "You're a panda."
"Good," the panda nodded, "Now go home and look up 'Panda' in the
dictionary." With that, the panda walked out of the bar.
The barman was unsure, however he was very eager to be enlighted on the subject of his friend's murder, so he went home to find his dictionary.
After a while, he found 'Panda' and quickly read the definition: PANDA: 1. A black and white bear native to China. Eats shoots and leaves.
Just thought you would like a joke with a little Pandamonium built in.
A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow. Suddenly the horse falls into a mud hole and starts sinking. He tells the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him out to safety. The chicken runs to the farmer, but the farmer can't be found. So he drives the farmer's Mercedes back to the hole and ties some rope around the bumper. He then throws the other end of the rope to his friend and drives forward saving the horse from sinking.
A few days later, the chicken and horse are playing in the meadow again, and the chicken falls into a mud hole. The chicken tells the horse to go and get some help from the farmer.
The horse says: "I think I can get you out." He stretches over the width of the hole and says: "Grab hold of my 'thing' and pull yourself up."
The chicken does this and is pulled to safety.
Moral of the story: If you are hung like a horse, you don't need a Mercedes to pick up chicks.
I have two dogs and I was buying a large bag of Winalot in the supermarket. I was standing in a queue at the till.
The woman behind me asked if I had a dog and, on impulse, I told her no, I was starting The Winalot Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in hospital last time. I'd lost 3 and a half stone before I awakened in the intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and the way that it works is to load your trousers pockets with Winalot nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and, as the food is nutritionally complete, I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that practically everyone in the queue was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a fellow who was behind her.
Horrified, she asked If I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no, it was because I'd been sitting in the middle of the road licking my testicles and a car hit me. I thought one fellow was going to have an heart attack he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door. Stupid woman. Why else would I buy dog food?