Morty visits Dr. Saul, the veterinarian, and says, "My dog,
has a problem."
Dr. Saul says, "So tell me about the dog and the problem."
"It's a Jewish dog. His name is Irving and he can talk,"
"He can talk?" the doubting doctor asks.
"Watch this!" Morty points to the dog and commands: "Irving,
Irving, the dog, begins to walk toward the door, then turns
around and says, "So why are you talking to me like that?
You always order me around like I'm nothing. And you only
call me when you want something. And then you make me sleep
on the floor, with my arthritis. You give me this fahkahkta
food with all the salt and fat, and you tell me it's a
special diet. It tastes like dreck! YOU should eat it
yourself! And do you ever take me for a decent walk? NO, it's
out of the house, a short pish, and right back home. Maybe if
I could stretch out a little, the sciatica wouldn't kill me
so much! I should roll over and play dead for real for all
Dr. Saul is amazed, "This is remarkable! What could be the
Morty says, "He has a hearing problem! I said 'Fetch', not