Russian dog racing food
A Russian wolfhound paid a visit to one of his distant relatives, an English racing greyhound. "How are things here in London, comrade?" asked the Russian wolfhound.
"Not too good," replied the greyhound. "Food is kind of scarce these days. And how is it in Moscow?"
"Food we got," answered the wolfhound. "Plenty meat, plenty bones, lots food, everything is fine. Shortages, we don't got at all."
"Still you come to England to live," said the greyhound. "Why, if things are so good over there?"
"Well," muttered the wolfhound, "I'll tell you. A fellow likes to bark once in a while, too."
