Or maybe DiMaggio??

You may or may not remember my former neighbor Leo, whom I suggested would make an excellent transportation safety inspector. I got an e-mail from him late yesterday, and it seems that Leo has finally learned to speak. English.

The problem arises when his foolish human, John, tries to take advantage:

John and Leo walk into the local tavern, and John proclaims to Mel, the barkeep on duty, "I'll bet you a round of drinks that my dog can talk."
Mel: "Yeah! Sure...go ahead."
John: "What covers a house?"
Leo: "Roof!"
John: "How does sandpaper feel?"
Leo: "Rough!"
John: "Who was the greatest ball player of all time?"
Leo: "Ruth!"
John: "Pay up. I told you he could talk."
Mel, annoyed at this point, tosses them both out the door.
Sitting on the sidewalk, Leo looks at John and says, "or is the greatest player Mantle?"