Joke

I used to live in an area that had a "neighborhood dog."
He would go from house to house and eat any scraps he was given, even individual peas, right off the ground.

One day the dog was at my house, and he began barking like crazy. I went to the door to see what was wrong.
A couple was sitting in a car in my driveway. I poked my head out the door and asked if I could help them.
The man said, "We're looking for the Smiths."

I said, "They live acoss the street," and pointed to the house.

The man spoke again. "Could you call off your dog?"

"He's not mine," I replied. He belongs to the Smiths, across the street!"