Heart attack looming, I fear.
A man in a bar overhears the landlord bragging about his vicious dog.
"My Rottweiller will fight anyone's dog and tear it apart!" he boasted.
"Not mine," said the man, quietly.
The landlord immediately turned on him.
"Oh yeah?" he sneered. "And what kind of dog would yours be?"
"A long nosed, long tailed, short legged Terrier," the man replied.
So, a bet of £1000 was agreed and the following night, the two unfortunate creatures were put in a dark room and left to fight to the death.
When all went silent, the Landlord went to retrieve hs dog but he returned with the Rottweiller's bloody carcass and laid it gently on the floor in front of the bar.
"I don't believe it," he said sadly and began to count out the £1000. "What did you say your dog was?"
"A long nosed, long tailed, short legged Terrier," the man replied, taking the wad of cash from the Landlord.
"I've never heard of those," said he.
"No, well," the man replied. "Some people call them Crocodiles!"
Hi Norm.
