German Schleppard?

[Mark Feit]

Forwarded-by: ssfeit at erols.com (Steve Feit)
 
Morty visits Dr. Saul, the veterinarian, and says, "My dog has a
problem."
 
Dr. Saul: "So tell me about the dog and the problem."
 
"It's a Jewish dog.  His name is Irving and he can talk," says Morty.

"He can talk?" the doubting doctor asks.

"Watch this!" Morty points to the dog and commands: "Irving, Fetch!"
 
Irving, the dog, begins to walk toward the door, then turns around and
says,
 
"So why are you talking to me like that?  You always order me around
like I'm nothing.  And you only call me when you want something.  And
then you make me sleep on the floor, with my arthritis.  You give me
this fahkahkta food with all the salt and fat, and you tell me it's a
special diet.  It tastes like dreck!  YOU should eat it yourself!  And
do you ever take me for a decent walk?  NO, it's out of the house, a
short pish, and right back home.  Maybe if I could stretch out a
little, the sciatica wouldn't kill me so much! I should roll over and
play dead for real for all you care!"
 
Dr. Saul is amazed. "This is remarkable! What could be the problem?"
 
Morty says, "He has a hearing problem!  I said 'Fetch', not 'Kvetch'"!