Police Dog

Frank Mason: What's this I hear about Johnny getting chewed up? Johnny, a constable: It's that brute out in the backyard there. I found him nosing round a bombsite at 6 o'clock this morning. Frank Mason: What did you do to make him bite you? Johnny, a constable: What did I do? Hark at him! I didn't do anything except lug him try and chain him up and try and make him nice and cosy, and then the vicious brute takes a piece out of my hand. What did I do? Hah! Sergeant: Dogs like that are better destroyed. Frank Mason: There's nothing wrong with that dog, Skipper. Johnny was scared of him I expect. Johnny, a constable: Scared? Of course I was scared. So would you have been. Frank Mason: The trouble is, animals can smell if you're frightened, and that scares them too. Johnny, a constable: You wouldn't care to let him have a whiff of your pong I suppose? Frank Mason: I wouldn't mind. Johnny, a constable: OK then. This is where Towser gets his second breakfast.