We got a purebred just because he needed a new home. It wasn’t his fault his parents were the same breed. They asked about transferring his papers, and we said don’t bother.
This reminds me of way back in high school. The band instructor never had any hall passes on him, so he would scrawl on a scrap of paper that we needed to go to the band room and practice. He never dated them, so some of us used them for every study hall.
Simple explanation. Jim needed the hole for today’s joke.