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Fwd: HUMOR: The Pub Owners Little Dog
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Sharalee M. Field)
Fri Feb 19 08:13:05 1999
Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 08:10:32 -0500
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From: "Sharalee M. Field" <sharalee_field@harvard.edu>
>From: "Joke of the Day" <Joker@joker.org>
>Subject: The Pub Owners Little Dog
> ___________________________________________________________
>
> In a small country pub, all the patrons became quite used to
> the pub owners little dog being around the bar, so were
> quite upset when one day the little dog died.
>
> Everyone met to decide how they could remember the little
> dog. The decision was to cut off his tail and stick it up
> behind the bar to remind everyone of the little dog's wagging
> tail.
>
> The little dog went up to heaven and was about to run through
> the pearly gates when he was stopped by Saint Peter, who
> questioned the little dog as to where he was going.
>
> The little dog said "I have been a good dog - so I am going
> into heaven where I belong!". Saint Peter replied "Heaven is
> a place of perfection, you can not come into heaven without a
> tail, where is your tail?"
>
> The little dog explained the what had happened back on earth.
> St Peter told the little dog to go back down to earth and
> retrieve his tail. The little dog protested that it was now
> the middle of the night on earth, but St Peter would not
> change his mind.
>
> So the little dog went back down to earth and scratched on
> the door of the pub until the bartender who lived upstairs
> came down and opened the door.
>
> "My goodness, it is the spirit of the little dog. What can I
> do for you?" said the bartender. The little dog explained
> that he wasn't allowed into heaven without his tail, and he
> needed it back. The bartender replied "I would really like to
> help you, but my liquor license doesn't allow me to retail
> spirits after hours!"
>
> -----------
> Thanks to Julie D'Onofrio for that one.
> ___________________________________________________________
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