There was a hound dog laying in the yard and an old man in
overalls was sitting on the porch.
“Excuse me Sir,” the tourist asked, “but does your dog bite?”
“Nope.” replied the old man.
So the tourist stepped out of his car.
The dog ran over snarling and growling and bit him on his arms and legs.
As the dog was dragging him away the tourist was flailing around
in the dust and yelled,
“I thought you said your dog didn’t bite!”
“Ain’t my dog.”