A man walks into a bar with his dog. He sets the dog down at a table, and the dog immediately starts playing poker with the other patrons, winning hand after hand.
The bartender, wide-eyed, leans over to the man. “That’s an amazing dog! I’ve never seen anything like it! What’s his name?”
The man sips his drink. “His name’s Lucky.”
“Lucky?” the bartender exclaims. “That’s an understatement! He’s a genius! Why don’t you have him in a circus, or on TV?”
The man shrugs. “He’s not that special, really.”
The bartender is incredulous. “Not special? He’s winning all your money playing poker!”
The man sighs. “Well, yes, he’s good at poker. But he’s terrible at checkers.”
The bartender frowns. “Checkers? Who cares about checkers when he can play poker like that?”
The man looks at the bartender with a serious expression. “I do. Because that’s how he lost all my life savings to a cat.“