One hot summer day, Warrigal came to town with his dog, tied it under the
Shade of a tree, and headed into the pub for a cold one.
Twenty minutes later, a cop entered the bar and asked, "Who owns the dog
Tied under that tree outside?"
Warrigal called out, " It's mine, mate."
"Your dog seems to be on heat," the cop said.
Warrigal replied, "No way. She's cool as,'cause she's tied up under that
Shade tree."
The cop said, "No! You don't understand. Your dog needs to be bred."
"No way," said Warrigal. "That dog don't need no bread. She ain't hungry
'cause I fed 'er this mornin'."
The exasperated cop said, "NO! You don't understand; your dog wants
To have sex!"
Warrigal looked at the cop and said, "Well, go ahead. I always wanted a
police dog."
