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by Owen
George
Bush was walking through the Whitehouse grounds, out to his private helicopter.
His dog, Barney, was following on behind, dressed in his Sunday suit. “I love
you Barney,” said George. His dog responded “Rye ruv roo too.”
George’s
marriage had gone downhill ever since he mistook his wife for Saddam Hussein.
Now, his dog, Barney, is the one for him.
But
Barney had a Liver Infection. They were off to the Vets to get a replacement
liver, so they could finally get married.
They
got there, and the vet said there was not a lot he could do. Barney was too
small for the liver they had.
They
couldn’t solve this one. There was nothing they could do, just wait for Barney
to die.
The
next morning, George and Barney were walking downstairs, when George turned to
Barney and said
“Barney,
you have made me the happiest President for years. Will you give me your hand in Marriage?”
“Res,”
replied Barney very hastily.
The
next few days were all wedding plans. They had one problem though, his liver.
The phone rang.
“Hello,
my name is Lady Huggington. I have a dead dog, with a liver that works fine.”
“I’ll
take it. Bring the dog to Deadanimal Vets, in the high street, and we’ll do
the transplant today.”
They
walked to the Vets.
The
operation was a success. They got married next week, and they all lived happily ever after.
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