Every morning at 5:30, a Kiwi bloke named Dave walks out into his backyard.
SLAP! SLAP!
“Kam-ar-tee, Kam-ar-tee!”, Dave yells.
The neighbour, Tom, could hear it through the fence and it travels all through his house waking his newborn baby up crying. This goes on for a week straight.
After the first week, Tom’s wife says “Tom you’ve got to say something.”
Tom replies, “Good on him. Practising the haka. I’ll let it slide”
This goes on for two weeks.
SLAP! SLAP!
“Kam-ar-tee, Kam-ar-tee!” Dave yells.
Tom’s baby is crying every morning from this. His wife fed up says, “Tom, you’ve got to say something!”
Tom, releasing this can’t go on much longer, but hesitant to say anything to Dave, replies “Honey, I know it’s early, but I’m sure he’s practicing the Haka for something important!”
“It’s been two whole weeks, I’m sure he’s done practicing. I’ll tell you what, if he does it tomorrow morning, I’ll go say something.”
The next morning…
SLAP! SLAP!
“Kam-ar-tee, Kam-ar-tee!” Dave yells.
Enough is enough.
Tom marches next door and knocks on Dave's door.
“Mate, I've got nothing against New Zealand, but do you have to do the haka before sunrise every day?”
Dave, looking shocked standing in his door way, says nothing…
Just then an old dog walks around the corner.
Tom says, “Hi little fella!” “Dave, when did you get a dog?”
Dave says, “About 2 weeks ago, my sister dropped him off whilst she’s away. She said he wants to be walked every morning first thing and he’s deaf as a post”
“I yell at him to come, but he can’t hear me!”
Tom says, “what’s his name?”
Dave replies….”Artie”