Reminds me of the joke where a couple of good old boys Out West had the Fussy Aunts from Back East coming to visit. The first night, they had a wonderful dinner, and as they finished, one of the Fussy Aunts asked why the plates were nailed to the table.
"That's to help with the clean-up," one good old boy said, wherepun he opened the front door and whistled loudly. Two hound dogs came bounding in, leaped on the table and proceeded to lick the plates clean, to the shocked amazement of the Fussy Aunts. They left the next morning.
Relating the tale to his buddies at the feed store, he said, "It took a long time to train them dogs to do that, and even longer to break 'em of it, but it sure was worth it!" <img src="/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />