Hunting
An amateur sportsman spent the day with dog and gun, but brought home no game. A friend twitted him with his failure:
“Didn’t you shoot anything at all?”
The honest fellow nodded miserably.
“I shot my dog.”
“Why?” his questioner demanded. “Was he mad?”
The sportsman shook his head doubtfully.
“Not exactly mad,” he asserted; “and not so darned tickled neither!”