Son: "nice try, a chair!" Dad: "Nope. Our dog just died."
A leg.
Art.
Dead in the trash
You would call it a dog. A dog wearing a watch is not a watchdog.
Sorry, the punchline is the joke. If you don't get it, ask your dad.
Scratching at the inside of her coffin. Courtesy of my dad.
Because old Hobbits die hard...
Nothing...
Cliff.
Son: It was all right except for some man called "Teacher" who kept spoiling all our fun!
Chair? Statue?!
A chair.