The four-legged davener
It’s Saturday morning and Shabbat services are about to begin, but everyone is distracted by man who has brought with him a St. Bernard dog. “What chutzpah!” an elderly woman whispers aloud.
Services begin, and everyone is fascinated by how well the dog behaves. Even odder, the dog is wearing its own little tallit and yarmulke, and appears to be shuckling back and forth as the chazzan intones the prayers. The congregation is amazed.
A week goes by and Shabbat arrives again. The worship service begins. The man and his dog are back, and this time, just as the chazzan is about to begin the prayers, the dog stands up on its hind legs and howls “Ba-Roooooooch!”
After the service, everyone is clamoring to meet this man and his remarkable dog. Finally the rabbi comes up to him and says, “That’s one talented pooch you have there. You know, you should really consider sending your dog to rabbinical school.”
The man shakes his head, throws up his hands in disgust and says, “You talk to him! He wants to be a doctor!”
A healthy reward
Moshe loses his valuable and beloved dog and advertises in j. offering a very generous $10,000 reward for its return.
After a few days of no replies, he goes to j.’s office and asks to see the advertising manager.
“I’m sorry, sir, but she’s out,” says the receptionist.
“OK, how about the managing editor?”
“He’s out too. In fact, pretty much everyone is out of the office today.”
“Oy,” says Moshe, “where is everyone?”
“They’re all out looking for your dog!”