Until today I have never heard of the term ‘Shaggy Dog Story’
I had a great uncle who used to tell a few, but I can never repeat them as well as he could, and I had no idea they had a name!
My favourite was one about a bird, so I will try write it out. Maybe my rendition will be better in writing?
While you are waiting…… here’s one I found earlier that made me giggle;
A frog walks into a bank and asks to see a personal advisor about a loan. The personal advisor, a Miss Patricia Black, sits him down and asks how much he wants to borrow.
“£15,000″ says the frog
“I see”, says Miss Black, “And do you have any collateral to cover this loan?”
“Yes”, says the frog and hands over a small pink pottery elephant
“Erm, have you anything else, this probably won’t be enough.”, says Miss Black
“I think that will be sufficient,” says the frog.
“Well, I would have to check with the manager but I find it unlikely”, she says.
“Oh I see, well be sure to mention my name when you ask him, it’s Kermit, Kermit Jagger. Does the name mean anything to you?” says the frog
“Not really Mr Jagger, but if you would like to wait here I will be back in a moment.” says Patricia. With that she goes to see the manager.
“I have a frog called Kermit Jagger outside who wants to borrow £15,000 using this as collateral.” she says.
The manager looks at the elephant and says “okay then.”
“But it’s £15,000!” protests Miss Black, “What on earth is that thing if it can be used as collateral for a £15,000 loan?”
The manager sighs, hands back the elephant and says, “It’s a nick-nack Patti Black, give the frog a loan, his old man’s a Rolling Stone.”
A very shaggy dog in the snow
Day One 
😆 I have not heard that version before. Now I am wondering idf it was one of my uncles? I have a couple in mind who told tall tales. Joseph convinced us that he fought the Great Fire of London, all on his own!!!
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Definitely one of your uncles, I think it was uncle James, I know he was large, and always had a story… especially of the pulling your leg variety! I must have been about 3 or 4 then, because I do remember everyone being very big, and Auntie Peg being perched on top of 20 Mattresses & 20 Feather beds in the small (& freezing) bedroom!
I’m currently in the middle of composing part 1 of my Egypt Stories, Once I’ve posted that I will try & compose the Shaggy Dog Story of the bird…..
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Do you remember Dan’s bird?
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He had lots didn’t he? You’re triggering a memory in the mists of time, but it’s very foggy back there at the moment!!
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Dan had one bird, who used to tap his beak on the car window, when he was driving home from work to tell him if we misbehaved.
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Why do half of your comments end up in my spam folder!! This one was there twice!
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Dan had one bird who tapped on the window of the car when Dan was driving home from work, to tell him if we had been naughty during the day.
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aha… that bird. The one who told him that I had a 3rd birthday, or had just got a baby sister!
I think the bird learned to stop telling Dan when people were naughty by the time I came around! 😉
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My uncles were all good at telling tall tales, but then they reached half way to the sky as it was.
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This one was also ‘cuddly’ as I remember it!
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Thomas was the tallest and his suit jackets would do you or I as ankle length coats.
He spoke slowly & softly and everything was grand.
James was tall, more rotund, untidy in dress and talked and blinked at a mile a minute.
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Definitely James 🙂
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Cute story, my laugh for the day.
Blessings ~ Maxi
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Thanks, I’ve been giggling to myself in bed with these for a few days now 🙂
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I’ve never heard the term “Shaggy dog Story”.
What exactly makes a “Shaggy dog Story” a “Shaggy dog Story” ?
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Lol
That’s probably a shaggy dog story in itself….
Basically a shaggy dog story is a long winded story that goes on and on getting more and more complicated, until it ends with an anticlimatic pun or play on words, or simply a disappointing ending that doesn’t do justice to the build up.
There are websites dedicated to Shaggy Dog Stories and their origins! (Just google Shaggy Dog Stories for hours of fun!) I’d never heard of them under that name until 2 days ago when my husband mentioned them, and then we spent the morning on our iPads reading them out to each other & giggling!
Here’s the quintessential Shaggy Dog Story, which is actually about a shaggy dog:
A boy owned a dog that was uncommonly shaggy.
Many people remarked upon its considerable shagginess.
When the boy learned that there are contests for shaggy dogs, he entered his dog. The dog won first prize for shagginess in both the local and the regional competitions.
The boy entered the dog in ever-larger contests, until finally he entered it in the world championship for shaggy dogs.
When the judges had inspected all of the competing dogs, they remarked about the boy’s dog:
“He’s not that shaggy.”
Groan….
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Lol…okay.
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That should really have been a groan rather than a lol!
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Ooops..please excuse. I’m new at this.
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Lol… Shaggy Dog Stories just get worse & worse……
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Ugh
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much better 🙂
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😉
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I love the shaggy dog in the snow best.
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Me too, by a long shot!!
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That is one funny, funny story! OK, here goes, but remember, you started it.
One day a man was reading the paper and read that due to an recent discovery that moss could be used to make an important vaccine, the pharmaceutical companies were offering a lot of money for people who would collect and bring them moss. The man, down on his luck, immediately began to go around picking up moss. He soon realized that he was not going to get rich unless he could get around faster to find more moss. Not having any money to buy a vehicle, he decided that he would steal the roan pony that lived on a farm near him so he could find moss much faster. One night he stealthily made his way into the farm, jumped on the pony and off he went. To his dismay, the pony was so excitable that every time the man saw some moss, the pony would just keep on galloping before the man could pick it up. He ended up getting even less moss than when he was walking.
Moral: A stolen roan gathers no moss.
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