A pretty girl is driving through the West. Her car runs out
of gas, and an American Indian comes along on a horse, and gives her a ride to a gas station.
Every few minutes he lets out a wild whoop that would curdle milk.
Finally, he drops her off with a final "Yaaaaa-Hooo!" and gallops
off.
"My God!" says the gas station guy, "what the hell were you
doing to that Injun to make him holler like that?"
"Why, nothing," says the girl, "I
just sat behind him with my arms around him, holding onto his saddle
horn."
"Lady," says the guy, "Indians don't use
saddles."
This one has been circulating for a while. In case you can't figure it out it's a dog, cocker spaniel I believe.
That's taking protection a bit too far.
