AN EXAMPLE OF ONE OF THE MANY MANY CARTOONS I WOULD SUBMIT TO THE NEW YORKER IF ONLY MY PARENTS WOULD'VE CARED ENOUGH TO ENCOURAGE MY DRAWING:

Beautiful spring day, bright blue sky, flowers in full bloom. Sweet looking elderly man (cardigan sweater, pork pie hat, bow tie) is walking his large, well groomed standard poodle along a well-to-do upper east side sidewalk. But at this moment, the dog has raced ahead and has buried his snout into a woman's ass. The unsuspecting woman is thin, lovely, demure as they say. She had been bent over in a flowery skirt, tending to her baby who is sound asleep in its fancy baby carriage (old fashioned pram) when the incident occurred. She has since shot up in shock, looking back over her shoulder with both hands up in the air. The old man holds onto his hat with one hand while he wrestles with the taught leash with the other. 

WOMAN: Oh jeez!

MAN: Don't worry, ma'am, he's friendly! He just likes
smellin' bitch's cunts!