There's this Scotsman spending his holiday in Wales. On one of the excursions to a small village he walks up to a Welshman sitting on a terrace and ...
Scotsman : Say, nice dog you got there. Can I talk to him?
Welshman : You can try, boyo, but the dog doesn't talk.
Scotsman : Hey dog, how's things?
Dog : I'm fine, how about you?
Welshman : ( astonished )
Scotsman : Good, is this your boss ?
Dog : Yup !
Scotsman : And he treats you well ?
Dog : Very well, the food's good, he often takes me for walks and once a week we go to play in the hills and fields.
Welshman : ( bewildered )
Scotsman : Can I say a few words to your horse ?
Welshman : Okay, boyo, but the horse DEFINITELY doesn't talk .
Scotsman : Hi horse. How are you ?
Horse : Hi Scotsman, I'm fine .
Welshman : ( almost in shock )
Scotsman : Is this your boss, too ?
Horse : Yep !
Scotsman : And how is he treating you ?
Horse : Very well. Great food and a long ride every day.
Welshman : ( total disbelief )
Scotsman : Can I talk to the sheep ?
Welshman : Sure, but I'd be careful if I were you, boyo... the damn sheep lies!
