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 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... Then I got
married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.'
Jan 17. 2010