A man walks into a talent agency, followed by his dog. “I’ve got an incredible act for you,” the man tells the agent. “My dog can talk.”
The agent rolls his eyes. “Right. Listen, pal, I get a dozen people a day claiming their dog can talk. It’s an old trick. I don’t have time for this.”
“No, no, you don’t understand!” the man insists. “He’s a genuine talking dog. Ask him anything!”
The agent sighs, leans back in his chair, and looks at the dog. “Okay, fine. Hey, dog. What do you normally find on top of a house?”
The dog wags its tail and barks, “Roof!”
The agent throws his hands up in frustration. “See? That’s not talking, that’s just barking! It sounds like ‘roof’ but it’s just a bark. Get out of my office!”
The man looks defeated. He grabs his dog by the collar and starts walking towards the door.
As they reach the doorway, the dog turns its head back towards the agent and says, “Should I have said ‘chimney’ instead?”