Jim walks into a New York bar with his dog Fido.
Jim walks right up to the bar, turns to face the seated customers and says, “This is my dog Fido and believe it or not, he’s a talking dog. If I can demonstrate to you that Fido can answer any of my questions who will buy me a drink?“
“Listen, buddy, if you can demonstrate that Fido can talk, you can have a drink on the house,” says the bartender.
So Jim turns to Fido and asks, “What goes on the top of a house?“
“Roof!” Fido responds.
“What does tree bark feel like?” asks Jim.
“Rough!” says Fido.
“Who was the greatest baseball player ever?” asks Jim.
“Ruth!” says Fido.
The bartender is really unimpressed with what he’s hearing and he snaps at Jim. “You’re a phoney buddy. We’re not fooled by any of that. You and your dog can get out of here right now. Go on, on your way!“
As Jim and his dog are thrown out onto the street, Fido looks sadly at Jim and says, “What did I do wrong? Should I have said, Joe DiMaggio or Mickey Mantle?“
