Following his evening walk, George the Collie was a little quiet.
‘You okay mate?’ I enquire.
‘Yeah’ he says. ‘I’ve got a joke for you, if you want?’
‘Go on then’ I say. George’s joke repetoire isn’t great but he likes them so I indulge him.
‘What’s Dracula’s favourite breed of dog?’ asks George, his tail wagging with anticipation.
‘I don’t know, what?’ I ask.
With a big grin on his face he says ‘Bloodhound’ and trots off to finish his dinner…….