A Dog Walks Into A Bar

The music maven and his sidekick

A young music maven walks into a bar with his royal rescue pup of questionable lineage. He tells the bartender, “I got a Jewish dog named Blakey. He’s so smart he actually talks. Can I get a drink on the house if my dog talks for you?''

''Dogs can't talk, pal,” replies the bartender, “but if you can prove to me yours does, I'll give you a drink. If not, well, let’s just say you don’t wanna find out.''

''Okay,'' says the music maven. He turns to his dog. ''Okay, Blakey. Tell me – what is on top of a house?''

''Roof!'' The maven turns and smiles at the bartender.

''THAT ain't talking! Any dog can bark!''

''Okay, Blakey. Tell me – how does sandpaper feel?'' 

''Ruff!"

''What the heck you tryin' to pull, mister?'' says the bartender.

''Okay, okay," says the maven. "One more question. Okay, Blakey, tell me – who is the greatest ball player who ever lived?''

"Ruth."

The bartender has had enough and picks up the young man and his dog and throws them onto the sidewalk outside of the bar. Blakey stands up and looks at the maven. "Wow. Maybe I shoulda said DiMaggio?"