Two old timers were sitting on the porch, when a little dog came staggering down the street and collapsed in a disheveled heap at their feet. The first old timer wondered aloud whose dog it was and why it was in such a state. The second old timer said it was his, and said that the dog wandered the streets during the day fighting any dog he came across. The first old timer said, "Well, he doesn't look like that good of a fighter." The second commented, "Oh, he's a fine fighter, he's just not very good at picking his opponents."

Don't be the little dog....