Clownfish was checking into a hotel when he saw a golden retriever sitting on a rug near the hotel elevator. Talking to the man behind the desk, he asked, "Does your dog bite?" The attendant said, "No, he doesn't." But as Clownfish let his hand down to pat the dog, it bit his hand and held on so tightly that Clownfish had to throw him across the room.

Returning to the desk, Clownfish said, "I thought you said that your dog didn't bite." He directed the attendant's attention to the dog, who now had returned to the rug. The attendant simply answered, "My friend that is NOT my dog."