Everyone who has a dog calls him "Rover" or "Boy". I call mine "Sex".
Now "Sex" has been very embarrassing to me. When I told the clerk I
would like to have a license for "Sex". He said, "I'd like to have
one, too." Then I said, "But this is a dog". He said he didn't care
what she looked like. Then I said, "But you don't understand. I've had
"Sex" since I was nine years old." He said I must have been quite a kid.
When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I
told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special
room for "Sex". He said every room in the place was for sex. I said, "You
don't understand. "Sex" keeps me awake at night." The clerk said,
"Me, too."
One day I entered "Sex" in a contest, but before the competition began, the
dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there looking
around. I told him I had planned to have "Sex" in the contest. He told me I
should have sold my own tickets. "But you don't understand", I said. I had hoped to
have "Sex" on TV." He called me a show-off. When my wife and I separated, we went
to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had "Sex"
before I was married." The judge said, "Me, too". Then I told him that after I
was married, "Sex" left me. He said, "Me, too." Last night "Sex" ran off again. I
spent hours looking around town for him. A cop came over to me and asked, "What are
you doing in this alley at four o'clock in the morning." I said, "I am looking for "Sex"."