A hound canine lays within the yard and an previous man in overalls sits on the porch.
“Excuse me, sir, however does your canine chunk?” a jogger asks.
The previous man appears over his newspaper and replies, “Nope.”
As quickly because the jogger enters the yard, the canine begins snarling and growling, after which assaults the jogger’s legs.
Because the jogger flails round within the yard, he yells, “I believed you mentioned your canine didn’t chunk!”
The previous man mutters, “Ain’t my canine.”