A guy walks into a bar with his dog.

He says, “Hey, bartender, check this out. My dog can talk!”

The bartender says, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I’m serious. Ask him any question, and he’ll give you an answer.”

Just to humor the guy, the bartender goes, “Okay, dog. What do you call the top of a house?”

The dog barks. “ROOF!”

“See?” the guy says.

“No, your dog did not just talk.”

“Okay, ask him another one if you want.”

“Okay, dog,” the bartender continues. “How would you describe the feeling of sandpaper?”

The dog barks again. “RUFF!”

“Now come on,” the bartender says. “That’s just ridiculous. Your dog cannot talk!”

“Please give him one more chance, bartender!” the guy pleads.

“Alright, fine.” The bartender tries to think of a real stumper. He thinks he’s got it. “Okay, dog. Who is the greatest baseball player of all time?”

The dog barks once more. “RUTH!”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m finished with this crap. Get outta my bar! You’re wasting my time.”

The guy walks out, dog under his arm. The dog turns up at him and says, “You think I should’ve said, DiMaggio?”