Twenty minutes later, a policeman entered the restaurant and asked:
“Who owns the dog tied under that tree outside?”
The blonde said it was hers.
“Your dog seems to be in heat,” the officer said.
The blonde replied:
“No way. She's cool 'cause she's tied up under that tree.”
The policeman said: “No, you don't understand. Your dog needs to be bred.”
“No way,” said the blonde: “My dog doesn't need bread.
She isn't hungry 'cause I fed her this morning.”
The exasperated policeman said:
“You still don't understand. Your dog wants to have sex!”
The blonde looked at the cop and said:
“Well, go ahead. I always wanted a police dog.”
“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” ― David Mitchell