“View from the bridge”

“How’s ya guts” sez I,
(showing my caring side.)
“A bit better today” replied the Silverback.
“You we’re pretty crook yesterday”
“Crook as a dog” he replied.

“Dogs don’t get crook” sez I.
“Some do”
“Only city dogs, not working dogs”
“Why’s that?” asked the Silverback.

“If a farm dog gets crook, the farmer puts it out of its misery with a .22 calibre.
“Oh!”
“How ya feeling now?”
“Never better” he said.

“Works every time !” sez I.