Glaswegian: “That your dug?”
Aberdonian: “Aye.”
Glaswegian: “Mind if ah talk tae him?”
Aberdonian: “Dug disnae talk.”
Glaswegian: “Awright dug, how’s it gaun?”
Dug: “No bad, pal.”
Aberdonian: (stares in shock)
Glaswegian: “That your owner?” (points at the Aberdonian)
Dug: “Aye.”
Glaswegian: “He treatin ye awright?”
Dug: “Brilliant. Walks me twice a day, good scran, even takes me tae the park at the weekend.”
Aberdonian: (jaw drops)
Glaswegian: “Mind if ah talk tae yer horse?”
Aberdonian: “Horse disnae talk either.”
Glaswegian: “Awright horse, how’s things?”
Horse: “Sound, mate.”
Aberdonian: (utterly shocked)
Glaswegian: “That your owner?”
Horse: “Aye.”
Glaswegian: “He look after ye?”
Horse: “Too right. Brushes me, rides me, keeps me cosy in a stable.”
Aberdonian: (can’t believe his eyes)
Glaswegian: “Mind if ah have a wee word wi yer sheep?”
Aberdonian: “...naw, THAT SHEEP’S A LIAR”