January 15, 2011

Saturday Smile

Deep in the woods of Tennessee on a country road, a preacher
hit and killed a dog. The dog's owner stood nearby, a gun
in his hand.The preacher looks at the owner sheepishly and
says, "Looks as if I killed your dog."

"Sure does."

"I'm sorry. Was it a valuable dog?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well, suppose I gave you a hundred dollars. 
Would that be enough?"

"Well, I don't know."

"Two hundred dollars. That should do it."

"Sounds good."

The preacher reached into his pocket and came up with the money.
Pressing it into the man's hand, he said,
"I'm sorry I spoiled your plans to go hunting."

"I wasn't going hunting. The vet told me to take that mangy mutt
out to the woods and put him out of his misery, cause pills don't
help him no more."