Outside of the Doggie Spa
–A mongrel was sitting mind his own business outside of an elite Doggie Grooming & Spa. Each time the door opened, out came a series of dogs who were stuck up and elegantly groomed. They looked at the mongrel and spoke.
First came a haughty poodle, “My name is Mimi, spelt M-i-m-i.”
The next to exit was an Afghan hound who stuck his head in the air and with a soprano voice told the mongrel, “I’m Boris, and I spell it with a capital B and o-r-i-s.
When the third dog came out, a shiatsu smelling wonderfully and her head hair tied with bows of ribbon.
The Shiatsu walked over to the mongrel like a model on
a cat-walk, make that “dog-walk.” She started to speak
but the mongrel had enough of dogs who spoke down to
him. Standing up proud he said to the Shiatsu,
“My name is Fido and I spell it P-h-y-d-e-a-u-x!”