A sportsman went to a hunting lodge and bagged a record number of birds, aided by a dog named Salesman. Next year he returned and asked for Salesman again. "The hound ain't no durn good now," the handler said.
"What happened!" cried the sportsman. "Was he injured?"
"No. Some fool came down here and called him `Sales Manager'
all week instead of Salesman. Now all he does is sit on his tail and bark."