Bob pops round to visit his mate Gary who he's not seen for ages.
" Hi Gary, long time no see ! Hows things ?"
" Hello stranger, nice to see ya ! Come on in " Gary replies.
As Bob enters the house, a beast of a dog slowly enters the room causing some discomfort and uneasiness to Bob.
"Jeeez - keep him away from me !" Bob says.
"Oh - thats my Rottweiler Satan. Don't worry he's a very friendly dog and never barks or bites !"
"Satan slowly makes his way over to Bob and begins to lick Bobs hand. His stumpy tail begins to wag and Gary says to Bob " See, he likes you !"
Bob very uneasily strokes the dog.
" I'm just making myself some lunch, do you want some ? It's only beans on toast " Gary says.
" Oh - erm, go on then if it ain't too much trouble ?"
"No problem" replies Gary "Tell you what, go sit yourself down in the lounge, the football starts in a minute or two, i'll bring it in on a tray for you"
Bob makes his way into the lounge followed by Satan. Sitting himself down Satan sits infront of him. Bob slowly gaining in confidence with Satan starts to pet him. Satan loves the attention and the uneasiness slowly disappears.
" You have a lovely dog here Gary. He's so friendly" Says Bob.
Just then, Gary enters the room with a tray. Handing it over to Bob he says "Tuck into that mate !"
Satan goes absolutely mental ! Snarling, barking and snapping at Bob !
" Bl00dy hell Gary ! What the F**K's the matter with him ? Thought you said he was friendly ? Never barks, never bites !"
"Oh- sorry Bob ! You've got his plate !"