A MAN WALKED INTO A SYNAGOGUE OFFICE WITH HIS POODLE. HE ASKED TO SEE THE CHIEF RABBI. RABBI SILVER CAME OUT OF HIS OFFICE, SHOOK HANDS, "AH, DR. LIEBERMAN, GOOD TO SEE YOU. WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?"

THE POODLE STOOD ON HIS BACK LEGS, DANCED OVER TO HIM, DID A BACKFLIP, & SMILED A TOOTHY GRIN.
"TELL THE RABBI HOW OLD YOU ARE".

"ARF, ARF, ARF!"

"OH, SUCH AN INTELLIGENT DOG & PRETTY TOO, YOU'RE SO LUCKY TO HAVE HIM. NOW, HOW CAN I HELP YOU, DOCTOR?"

"WELL RABBI, YOU KNOW THAT MY WIFE AND I ARE GETTING OLD & WE'VE NEVER HAD A SON, DAUGHTERS YES, BUT NO SON".

"OI VEH, BUT IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, IT'S GOD'S WILL. YOU DID NOTHING WRONG."

"YES, I UNDERSTAND THAT, BUT YOU SEE, BECAUSE OF THAT WE'VE NEVER HAD A BAR MITZVAH LIKE ALL OF OUR FRIENDS & RELATIVES. IF YOU COULD JUST DO A BAR MITZVAH FOR OUR LITTLE POODLE, SHELDON, IT WOULD MAKE US SO HAPPY!"

"SHELDON?" (HE BENDS DOWN & PETS THE POODLE) A BAR MITZVAH FOR SHELDON? WELL, AS MUCH AS I LOVE THE LITTLE DARLING, I CAN'T THINK OF ANY PRECEDENT IN THE TORAH, THE TANACH, OR THE TALMUD FOR A BAR MITZVAH FOR A DOG. I'M VERY SORRY, BUT I JUST DON'T SEE HOW I COULD DO SUCH A THING, DOCTOR."

"OCH, THAT'S TOO BAD. I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO TEAR UP THIS CHECK I MADE OUT TO THE CHIEF RABBI'S RETIREMENT FUND."

"A CHECK? MAY I SEE IT? $100,000 FOR THE CHIEF RABBI'S RETIREMENT FUND!" (HUGS & KISSES THE DOG) OOOOH! OOOOH! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THE DOG IS JEWISH!"