Some race horses staying in a stable. One of them starts to boast about his track record. "In the last 15 races, I've won 8 of them!"

Another horse breaks in, "Well in the last 27 races, I've won 19!!"

"Oh that's good, but in the last 36 races, I've won 28!", says another, flicking his tail.

At this point, they notice that a greyhound dog has been sitting there listening. "I don't mean to boast," says the greyhound, "but in my last 90 races, I've won 88 of them!"

The horses are clearly amazed. "Wow!" says one, after a hushed silence. "A talking dog."

An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a very rural area.
Luckily, Farmer Jones came to help with his big strong horse named
Hobo . . .

He hitched ole Hobo up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull!"
Hobo didn't move a muscle... just flicked away a fly with his tail.
Then Jones hollered out, "C'mon, pull, Davey, pull!" Again, ole Hobo
didn't move. Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Stetson, pull!"
Nothing from Hobo. Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Hobo.
C'mon, boy, pull!" And the horse easily dragged the car up, out of
the ditch.

Some race horses staying in a stable. One of them starts to
boast about his track record. "In the last 16 races, I've won 8
of them!"

Another horse breaks in, "Well in the last 27 races, I've won
20!!"

"Oh that's good, but in the last 37 races, I've won 29!" says
another, flicking his tail.

At this point, they notice that a greyhound dog has been
sitting there listening. "I don't mean to boast," says the
greyhound, "but in my last 91 races, I've won 89 of them!"

The horses are clearly amazed. "Wow!" says one, after a
hushed silence. "A talking dog."