Woof ...

One night Mulla Nasruddin's wife was feeling hungry, so she went in search of a midnight snack. But she couldn't find anything to eat, just a dog biscuit. So tentatively she tasted it, found it good, so she ate it. And she liked it so much that in the morning, she told Nasruddin to get a big supply.

Nasruddin went and purchased a lot of dog biscuits. The local grocer said, "What are you doing? ... because I know your dog is very small, you don't need such a large supply."

Nasruddin replied, "It is not for the dog. It is for my wife."

The grocer said, "I must remind you that those biscuits are strictly for dogs, and if your wife eats them she will die - they are poisonous."

And after six months, the wife died.

One day, Nasruddin admitted to the grocer, "My wife is dead."

The grocer said, "I told you before that those biscuits would kill your wife."

Nasruddin said, "Those biscuits didn't kill her; it was chasing behind the cars that killed her, not the biscuits!"