Thursday, April 12, 2012

smart as a dog

A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale 'He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.

'You talk?' he asks.

'Yep,' the Lab replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'

The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young..I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.'

'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running... But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible  dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.' 'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.'

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

'Ten dollars,' the guy says.

'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'

'Because he's a liar. He's never been out of the yard



(thankfully, my mother knows me too well... and she gets every forwarded email that's out there)

3 comments:

sonia a. mascaro said...

So funny that story, Molly! Lol!

Thanks for your visiting and nice comments on my blog.
I agree with you, Brenda was so sweet to did a Tribute to my dear Flora.
Did you post on your blog photos of your little Stella-Marie?

Anonymous said...

Love Too Much! XO, Hol

Anonymous said...

Okay, that just made me laugh! Also, my grandmother smiled like the dog in the picture, which endeared me doubly to the story!

Julie B.