An Elderly Spinster Who Was A Dog Lover

An elderly spinster who was a dog lover agreed to look after and house her neighbour’s dog whilst the neighbours went on their holidays:

The only problem was that the spinster’s own dog was a b!tch that was on ‘heat’ and the neighbour’s dog was a male.

Nevertheless she had a large house and she was able to keep the two dogs apart.

As she lay in her bed drifting off to sleep the spinster was suddenly awakened by an awful howling and moaning sounds from downstairs.

She rushed downstairs to find the dogs locked together, as dogs do when mating.

The dogs were in obvious pain howling but unable to disengage.

Try as she might she could not part them and she was perplexed as to what to do next.

Though it was late she reluctantly phoned the vet and after a few rings, a rather grumpy voice of the vet answered the phone.

The spinster explained the problem.

The vet said. “I want you to take the phone to the dogs and place it down alongside them.

I will then phone your number back and the noise of the telephone ringing should make the male dog lose his erection and be able to withdraw from the b!tch.”

“Oh.” Said the spinster.

“Do you think that will work?” “Well.” The vet replied “IT JUST WORKED FOR ME.”

--Three men are discussing whose wife is the most stupid--

"Mine bought a kitchen for $10,000 - and she cannot even cook!" "Yeah, mine bought a car for $20,000 - and she cannot drive!"

"Ah, that's nothing.

Mine bought 128 condoms for a business trip - and she does not even have a penis!"

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