I can’t take my dog to the park anymore.
Why?
The ducks keep trying to eat him.
Why would they do that?
Because he’s pure-bread.
I can’t take my dog to the park anymore.
Why?
The ducks keep trying to eat him.
Why would they do that?
Because he’s pure-bread.
Listen up, buttercup. This joke is all about a play on words, see? The dog is "pure-bred," meaning it comes from a fancy family line of dogs. But the ducks? They think he's "pure bread," like, a loaf of bread. Ducks love bread. Get it now, genius?