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From: larryh@tekecs.UUCP (Larry Hemmert)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: ruff.
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Date: Wed, 14-Sep-83 14:17:00 EDT
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Posted: Wed Sep 14 14:17:00 1983
Date-Received: Thu, 15-Sep-83 12:27:29 EDT
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     In a small town in the southwest desert country,  stood
an  aging saloon.  One day, as the barkeep was busy with his
chores, a small spotted dog entered.  Since he was extremely
thirsty, he jumped up on the bar stool and ordered a shot of
Red Eye.

     "I can't give you a drink,"  said  the  barkeep.   "Why
not?"  was  the  dog's  reply.   "You're a dog, and we don't
serve dogs in here," came the response.  "This is a respect-
able oasis of refreshment."

     After  much  discussion,  the  barkeeper  finally   had
enough.   He drew his trusty six-shooter and shot the dog in
the foot.  The dog, feeling quite abused, left the  bar  and
headed down the street.

     Nothing was heard from the dog until  one  day  as  the
locals  were  sitting  around  the saloon, the dog returned.
The doors swung open.  There in the  doorway  silouetted  by
the noon sun stood the dog.  He had on his head a black hat.
He was dressed with a black vest, black chaps, and  a  black
handkerchief  around his neck.  He was wearing black gloves,
black boots, and black holsters, which contained a  pair  of
silver, pearl-handled six guns.  Upon one of his black boots
was a black bandage.

     The crowd hushed, and stood awe-struck at the dog.   He
tipped his hat back, struck a challenging pose and said:

"I'm looking for the man who shot my pa(w)."
						HERMIT