My friend Jim, a good ol' Montana boy, went down this morning to sign his dogs up for welfare.
At first the lady he spoke with, said, "Dogs are not eligible to draw welfare."
So, he explained to her, "My dogs are a special case. They are mixed in color, unemployed, lazy, can't speak English, and have no frigging clue who their dads are. They expect me to feed them, provide for them with housing and medical care. So why not?"
The lady looked in her dusty ol' welfare policy manual to determine what it takes to qualify.
The dogs' first checks arrive Friday!