Pamela Wallin called Mike Duffy into her office one day and said, "Mike, I have a plan to win back Canadian support for you, Patrick Brazeau & me"
"Great Pamela, but how?" asked Mike.
"We'll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like those Middle Class Canadians wear, then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador retriever. Then, we'll go to a nice old country bar in Alberta and show them how much admiration and respect we have for the hard working people living there."
So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Coronation, Alberta. With the dog in tow, they walked inside and stepped up to the bar.
The Bartender took a step back and said, "Hey! Aren't you Mike Duffy and Pamela Wallin?"
"Yes we are!" said Pamela, "And what a lovely town you have here. We were passing through and Mike suggested we stop and take in some local color."
They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.
A few minutes later, a grizzled old rancher came in, walked up to the Labrador, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later, in came another old rancher. He walked up to the dog, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar.
For the next hour, another dozen ranchers came in, lifted the dog's tail, and left shaking their heads.
Finally, Pamela asked, "Why did all those old ranchers come in and look under the dog's tail? Is it some sort of custom?"
"Lord no," said the bartender. "Someone's out there running around town, claiming there's a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes!"