Mother dogs have an instinct for what works.
A man takes his puppy to a bar and is told in no uncertain terms to leave immediately.
"But this isn't just any dog," the man says. "This dog can play the piano."
"Well, if he can play that piano, you both can stay, and I'll give you a drink on the house."
The man sits the dog on the piano stool, and the dog starts playing -- ragtime, Mozart, Gershwin -- and the bartender and patrons love it.
Suddenly a bigger dog runs in, grabs the small dog by the scruff of the neck, and drags him out.
"What the hell was that all about?" the bartender asks.
"Oh, that's his mother," the man says. "She wants him to be a doctor."
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