“A guy is driving around the back woods of Tennessee 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 never did any of that stuff.””
