During a county-wide drive to round up all unlicensed dogs, a patrolman signaled a car to pull over to the curb.
When the driver asked why he had been stopped, the officer pointed to the big dog sitting on the seat beside him and asked, “Does your dog have a license?”
“No,” the man said, “he doesn’t need one.”
“Yes he does,” answered the officer.
“But,” said the driver, “I always do all the driving.”
My wife asked me if I could clear the kitchen table. I had to get a running start, but I made it!