A doggone story

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A DOGGONE STORY



Everybody who has a dog calls him Rover, Rex, Fido, or Boy. I call mine Sex. Now Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to City Hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk “I would like to have a license for Sex.” He said “I’d like to have one too.” Then I said “You don’t understand. I’ve had Sex since I was nine years old.” He said I must have been quite a kid.
When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me, and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the place was for Sex. I said “You don’t understand. Sex keeps me awake at night.” The clerk said “Me too.”
Then one day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began the dog ran away. Another contestant asked my why I was standing there looking around. I told him that I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me that I should have sold my own tickets. “But you don’t understand,” I said. “I hoped to have Sex on TV.” He called me a showoff.
When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said “Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married.” The judge said “Me too.” Then I told him that after I was married Sex left me. He said “Me too.”
Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A cop came over to me and asked “What are you doing in this alley at 4 o’clock in the morning?” I said, “I’m looking for Sex.” My case comes up Friday!!!

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