A dog drops into a pub, approaches the bar and gives a deep bow.
"Wow," says the dog, "this place has changed! Big improvement."
"Thanks. We don't get many dogs here these days," the barman says. "What can I get you?"
"A salty dog, please."
"Sure," says the barman. He fixes the cocktail. "You look a little off colour – are you OK?"
"Feeling a bit rough, actually."
"Sorry to hear that," says the barman, pushing the cocktail towards the dog. "That'll be £8.00."
"What?? That's much more than I'd expected."
"Sorry," says the barman, "prices have gone through the woof."
"Wow," says the dog, "this place has changed! Big improvement."
"Thanks. We don't get many dogs here these days," the barman says. "What can I get you?"
"A salty dog, please."
"Sure," says the barman. He fixes the cocktail. "You look a little off colour – are you OK?"
"Feeling a bit rough, actually."
"Sorry to hear that," says the barman, pushing the cocktail towards the dog. "That'll be £8.00."
"What?? That's much more than I'd expected."
"Sorry," says the barman, "prices have gone through the woof."
