A city boy decides he wants to learn how to hunt. Needing a good hunting dog, he visits a trainer who has been advertising hounds in the newspaper. The trainer shows him several dogs, but the guy doesn't like them. Then he spots one hound that the trainer hasn't shown him. The guys asks, "What about that one?" "Oh, no," the trainer replies. "That one's my special dog." "What's so special about him?" "Let me show you."
The trainer leads the guy and the dog to a field, lifts up one of the dog's ears, and orders, "Go find the birds!" The dog charges to a nearby bush, points and barks once. "That means there's one bird in that bush," says the trainer. "No way!" exclaims the guy. The trainer takes a stick and pokes the bush, and a huge pheasant flies out.
To further convince the guy, the farmer again lifts the dog's ear and repeats, "Go find the birds!" This time the dog streaks off to another bush, points, and barks twice. "That means there's two birds in there," says the trainer, taking his stick and poking at the bush. Two huge pheasants pop out and fly away.
"I Must have that dog!" ... "Well, okay," replies the trainer. "But it's gonna cost you a bundle." The guy forks over the bucks and takes the dog.
A month later, the trainer has to go to Paris, and decides to visit the guy who bough his prize hound. When he asked the guy about the dog, the man replies, "A couple of buddies and I went hunting, and when we got to a field the damnedest thing happened. I went up to the dog, lifted one of his ears, and said 'Go find the birds.' The dog took off like a bat outta hell and ran into the field, barking and running around like crazy. Then he jumped on my leg and started humping it like I was a squeak in heat. After that, he grabbed a stick and started shaking it violently at me! I thought he'd gone nuts for sure, or maybe had rabies or something. So I shot the diddlyer."
"You blithering idiot!" yelled the trainer. "He was just telling you that there's more diddlyin' birds out there than you could shake a stick at!"
