The Talking Dog
I was taking a walk one afternoon when I passed a tree with this sign, "Talking Dog 4 Sale". Being the curious type that I am, I went up & knocked on the door. A moment later I was looking at a middle aged man & a Beagle type dog sitting beside him. "I saw your sign on the tree", I said "and was wondering what it was all about." I was quite surprised when the dog spoke up. "You see", he began, "I realized I had this gift when I was just a little pup and when I was old enough to leave home, I took myself over to the CIA and offered my services." "They hired me and I was sent overseas to Columbia where I became the pet of a big Drug Cartel." "I would sit at the feet of the leader and listen to all their plans.' "I would then at night I would sneak off & phone my boss here in the States & tell them what was going on." "After a couple of years I was homesick, so I quit & came back." "I still needed a job, so I went to work for the FBI." "Now I sat at the feet of the Don, and calling in my report every night." "One night it happened, they found me out!" "When I saw the gun, I took off running as fast as I could, but still, I got shot in the hip." "Well, I'm on disability now, but you know what?" "No, what?" I asked, fascinated by this story. "As we speak, Hollywood is making a movie about my life!" "Really?" I said, and looking at the dog's owner, I asked, "How much do you want for him?" "Twenty bucks." he answered. Flabbergasted, I said, "Why only twenty dollars?" "Cause he's a bit fat liar," the man exclaimed. "He never did any of that stuff!"