Everybody who has a dog calls him Rover or Boy. I call mine Sex. He’s a great pal, but he caused me a great deal of embarrassment.
When I went to City Hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like a licence for Sex.
He said, "I d like one, too!"
Then I said, "But this is a dog."
He said he didn’t care what she looked like.
Then I said, "You don’t understand. I’ve had Sex since I was 9."
He winked and said, "You must have been quite a kid."
When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and a special room for Sex.
He said, "You don’t need a special room. As long as you pay your bill we don’t care what you do."
I said, "Look, you don’t seem to understand.
Sex keeps me awake at night."
The clerk said, "Funny – I have the same problem."
One day, I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there, looking disappointed. I told him I had planed to have Sex in the contest. He told me I should have sold my own tickets.
"But you don’t understand," I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on TV."
He said, "Now that cable is all over the place, it’s no big deal anymore."
When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married."
The judge said, "This courtroom isn’t a confessional. Stick to the case, please."
Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him.
A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o’clock in the morning?"
I told him that I was looking for Sex. My case comes up Friday…A Dog Called Sex,