A Pedigree

Simmons strolled into the neighbourhood tavern with a huge, mangy dog and sat down. Nearby stood Peterson with a ferocious-looking bulldog. "Hey," yelled Peterson, "What'cha doing with a mutt like that? You should get a pedigree dog like mine here."
"Oh?" said Simmons, "Five hundred dollars says my 'mutt' can lick yours."
The bet was made and sure enough the mangy dog made mincemeat out of the bulldog.
"Where'd you get that dog?" the bartender inquired.
"A friend of mine sent him over from Africa," explained Simmons, "and all I did was cut off the mane and tail."

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