Bob Rae called Dalton McGuinty one day and said, “Dalton, I have a plan to win over Alberta!”
“Great, but how?” asked McGuinty.
“We’ll go to WalMart, get some Western clothes and boots like most Albertans wear then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador. When we look the part, we’ll go to a nice old country bar in Calgary and show them how much admiration and respect we have for the hard working people living there.”
So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Calgary . With the dog in tow they walked inside and stepped up to the bar. The Bartender took a step back and said, “Aren’t you Bob Rae and Dalton McGuinty?”
“Yes we are,” said Rae, “And what a lovely city you have here. We were passing through and Dalton suggested we stop and take in some local color.” They ordered a round of Canadian on the house and started chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.
A grizzled old farmer came in, walked up to the Labrador , lifted its tail and looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later, in came another old rancher. He walked up to the dog, lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar.
For the next hour, another dozen farmers and ranchers came in, lifted the dog’s tail, and left looking puzzled.
Finally, Rae asked,”why did all those old farmers and ranchers come in and look under the dog’s tail? Is it some sort of custom?”
“Lord no,” said the bartender. “It’s just that someone told them there was a Labrador in here with two assholes!”