I Like To Bark

Meeting in Central Park, a huge boxer stopped and wagged his tail in friendly greeting to a Russian wolfhound.
"How do you like America?" he asked.
"Well, it's different from my homeland," said the wolfhound. "In Russia I eat bones dipped in vodka and caviar. In Russia I have my own doghouse made of rare Siberian wood. In Russia I sleep on a rug made of thick warm ermine."
"Then why did you come to America?" "I like to bark once in a while."

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