Two highly pedigreed and blue-blooded poodles were walking daintily along the street with their noses held high. They came upon an old hound with long, floppy ears lying asleep in the sun. They winked at one another, then one said, “Hi. My name is Fifi, spelled F-I-F-I.”
The old hound opened one eye and, without moving a muscle, took in the scene. The second poodle followed by saying, “And my name is Mimi, spelled M-I-M-I. What’s your name, buster?”
The hound said, “My name is Fido, spelled P-H-Y-D-E-A-U,” and went back to sleep.