-A lady in the parking lot of our local grocery store walks up to John and the girls.-
Lady -Excuse me sir, is that a Brittany in your front seat?
John – Why yes it is.
Lady – Oh I thought so, they are wonderful dogs!
John – Mam, clearly you don’t know anything about Brittany Spaniels. This is an ill mannered, uncouth, chicken killer.
Lady – Oh I know Brittany’s, I have one. How old is he?
John – Two years.
Lady – Oh no… (looks at girls)… and these are your three girls?
John – Yes mam.
Lady- You must drink.