Ok. Look. Many many years ago, when I was a swinging bachelorette, I took a trip to Denver with my paramour. We were armed with a bucket full of chex mix, a dodge intrepid and the VERY BEST TALKING DOG JOKE EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.
Every person we met in Denver was treated to the talking dog joke, and every one of them doubled over in laughter, claiming it was the finest talking dog joke they’d ever heard, if not the best joke PERIOD.
On our last day there…we went to a cafe where the table tops were made of slate and you could doodle on them with chalk. our waiter asked us to write out the dog joke so he could remember it.
In what can only be described as a supernatural event…as soon as I wrote that joke down…I forgot it. Not even on the way home from Colorado could I remember anything except the Dog Could Talk.
It has tortured me ever since. Every time someone tells a talking dog joke I get my hopes up, only to have them dashed.
My question to the SDMB is…do you know my missing talking dog joke? If you do…I’ll come to where ever you are and do whatever you ask…including but not limited to…scrubbing your tub grout.