Back when I was a Lecturer at university, my boss and I would often tease each other about dogs. She was a fervent dog lover, and I do not like the slavishly moronic beasts.
This one morning I arrived on campus and proceeded to the department office to check my mail. It was a beautiful spring day, and I was in a pretty good mood.
So I enter the office as my boss is leaving. She sees a smile on my face and asks in a slightly sarcastic tone, “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
I replied, “I got to run over a dog on the way here.”
Now this was just some good natured ribbing on my part, and she knew it, but she feigned shock and told me, “That’s not funny! I’m on my way to take my dog to the vet!”
To which I replied, “Oh? Was he run over about fifteen minutes ago?”
I guess the point is that I don’t like dogs.