I saw an ad in the paper about a talking dog for sale. I though riiiiiight...I gotta check this nut out. I call the guy and he says yes the ad's legit and he wants $100 and to come look at the dog. What the heck.
I drove over met the guy and he looked sane enough, I guessed he was in his late 60's. I asked if he was serious about the dog talking. He said yes, the dog was inside and to go see for myself.
I walked into the old guys house and heard someone say "Hi, How ya doing? My names Bob." I looked and there was no one in the room but me and this Yellow Labrador Retreiver. "Bob?" I asked in amazement. "Have a seat. Say, I didn't catch your name."
I introduced myself and sat there dumbfounded. This DOG was talking to me. "So, uh, Bob...tell me about yourself" I stammered. "Well I was the 3rd of 4 pups my Mom had, but the only one that could talk. Been like this my whole life. When I was younger I got recruited into the CIA as an undercover seeing eye dog. You'd be surprised at the access a dog has in Moscow."
"Later my cover was blown and I transferred to the DEA. I sniffed Pablo Escobar's bellybutton halfway across a Columbian jungle during one raid" he said. I still could not believe what I was hearing. "But you know the old story, after working around all that Coke...the next thing you know you're hooked on the stuff. So, I quit the DEA and checked into the Betty Ford Clinic and got myself cleaned up. Then I joined the Peace Corps and used my seeing eye experience to help disabled children in Africa. I felt I need to do something for others."
My heart was pounding! I could make a fortune with this dog. I excused myself and quickly went back outside to the old man. "How much?" I asked. He replied "100 Dollars." Without thinking I asked "Why only $100 for a real talking dog?"
The old man said "He won't stop lying!"
