Yesterday I was walking my dog, Marley. (No, we did not name him. We adopted him at 7 months and already had the name.) Isn’t he cute? He’s 7 years old. Anyway…

This is my dog. Cute, huh?

As we were walking, another neighbor was walking her dog, a Basenji.

This is a Basenji

Marley doesn’t really get along with other dogs, so I was keeping my distance. Another neighbor, an older man, was outside his house drinking from a big, red plastic cup. You know, one of those party cups that you fill with keg beer?

As the woman walking the Basenji got a little closer to the man, he yells, “What kind of dog is that? Is that a Jack Daniels??” OH MY GOSH! I couldn’t stop laughing. Not because I knew what kind of dog she was really walking but, come on, everyone knows there isn’t a breed of dog called a Jack Daniels. I tried Googling it just to make sure (because, you know, the Internet is always right!) and, nope, no breed of dog called a Jack Daniels. Maybe he meant a Jack Russell Terrier?

This is a Jack Russell Terrier

Not really sure. But since he had that big red cup, I would say that he should drink more and talk less. Drink up, dude!