Paul goes into a bar to have himself a cold one.
Twenty minutes later, a policeman entered the bar and asked,”
Who owns the dog tied under that tree outside?”
Paul said it was his.
“Your dog seems to be in heat,” the officer said.
“No way… She’s cool ’cause she’s tied up under that shade tree.”
The policeman said,
“No! You don’t understand. Your dog needs to be bred.”
“No way,” said Paul.
“That dog doesn’t need bread. She isn’t hungry ’cause I fed her this morning’.”
The exasperated policeman said,
“NO! You don’t understand; your dog wants to have s*x!”
Then Paul looked at the cop and said,
“Well, go ahead.
I always wanted a police dog.