At Wit’s End
A guy goes into a bar and sits down next to a drunk man, who’s with a dog.
“Your dog nice?” the guy asks. “Yep,” the drunk answers.
The guy then puts his hand out and the dog snaps and nearly takes it off.
“Yikes!” the guy says, quickly pulling back his hand. “I thought your dog was OK!”
“Not my dog,” says the drunk.