The Talking Dog

Here is a joke that I received in an email the other day. It is an old one in that it has been around for a while making the rounds of the workplace. People used to type things like this up, then photocopy them and pass them around to friends and co-workers. Now days they just email the story to their co-workers and friends who, in turn, forward the email to their list of friends. After a while not only has everyone seen it a dozen times or so but the header information from all the forwarding takes up a dozen or more pages in the email.

A guy is driving through Alabama and sees a sign in front of a house
that reads, "Talking Dog For Sale." He rings the bell to inquire and
the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the
backyard and sees a Labrador Retriever sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the Lab replies.

"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
about my gift, and 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 listen 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."