The Judge was walking down the street one days and saw a friend of his 11 year old son coming do the street. Trotting beside the boy was a 75 pound cur dog.
"Good Morning, Bobbie"
"Good Morning, Judge"
"Does your dog bite, Bobbie?"
"No Sir, Judge"
The Judge squats and puts hishand out to shake the dog's paw.
When he does the cur dog about tears the Judge's hand off. The Judge wraps his hankerchief around his bleeding hand and says, "Bobbie, you said your dog doesn't bite!"
"He don't, Judge...He's at home...that ain't MY dog!"
Best Regards from The Hammock....James