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One day after school, Eugene went to the pet shop and told the owner he wanted to but a watchdog for his mothe's birthday.

"How about this one?" said the salesman pointing to a cage with a scrawny little poodle in it.

"Are you kidding?" said Eugene. "That dog looks harmless."

"Yes, but he knows karate," said the salesman.

"Watch." The salesman pointed to a huge cinder block & shouted, "Karate the blocl!"

"Imediately, the poodle struck out its paw and with one blow s,ashed the block into two pieces.

Next, the salesman pointed to a metal chair, then commanded, "Karate the chair!"

Once again, the little poodle crushed the chair with a single blow.

That night Eugene brought home that poodle and showed it to his father.

"What kind of watchdog is that to give to your mother?" asked Eugene's father. "What good is he?"

"But Dad, this dog knows karate," said Eugene.

"Oh, come on," said his father. "Karate my foot!"

Down Goes Another One