She turned to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and said “How well can you do?
“Ummmm… I HATE liver and cheese,” blurts the Golden Retriever.
“My, my,” said the Poodle, “I guess it’s hopeless. That’s just as dumb as the Lab’s sentence.”
She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, “How about you, little guy?”
The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the chihuahua.
He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says,
“Liver alone, cheese mine.”