Beef is when you need 2 gats to go to sleep

I spoke to my uncle today. My uncle is the kind of guy who breeds Rottweilers out of genuine love of the breed. The kind of guy who gives them tough-guy dog names, like Arnold and Tasha and Digau, which is Chinese for Big Dog. The kind of guy who spends five years mourning them after their death, refusing to get replacements.

He finally got a new Rott and named it Ali. The problem is his kids have a speech disorder. They call him Ollie.

"I have to get a new name," he said.