Boudreaux and his wife Clothilde lived on a little farm outside Mamou. One day Clothilde said, "Mais, Boudreaux, you have to get rid of dat dog. All he does is lie under the front porch and turn over da trash cans."

Boudreaux said, "Okay, Cher. I'll get rid of him." He put him in the pickup, drove down the road a couple of miles and dumped him out. He drove home, and in a few minutes, the dog showed up. So he put him back in the truck, drove several more miles and dumped him out. After getting back home, the dog showed up again.

Clothilde said, "You have to take him out and drive around and around a lot in circles and den dump him out. Dat way, he won't know da way home."

Boudreaux said, "You some kinda smart, Clothilde, and dat's why I married you."

Boudreaux took the dog, drove all around, zigzagged a lot and then dumped the dog out. He started back home, but then stopped, and called Clothilde on his cell phone.

"Has dat dog come back yet?"

Clothilde answered, "Mais yeah, he just showed up."

Boudreaux said, "Well, put him up to da phone . . . I'm lost."