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DOG FOR SALE




A man sees a sign outside a house - 'Talking Dog For Sale.' He rings the bell, the owner appears and tells him the dog can be viewed in the back garden.


The man sees a very nice looking Labrador Retriever sitting there.

"Do you really talk?" he asks the dog.

"Yes," the Labrador replies.

After recovering from the shock of hearing the dog talk, the man says, "So, tell me your story."

The Labrador 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 SAS.

"In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one imagined that a dog would be eavesdropping.

"I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years.

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 Heathrow to do some undercover security work, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded several medals. I got married, had a few puppies, and now I've just retired."

The man is amazed. He goes back into the house and asks the owner how much he wants for the dog.

"Ten quid," the owner says.

"£10!!? But this dog is absolutely amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheaply?"




"Because he tells lies. He's never been out of the garden."

Hmm, sounds familiar. I had roommate in college who said he talked with the Squirrels. He was adamant that it it had nothing to do with his ingestion of 75 mg of Lysergic acid diethylamide. But those were different times. Animals talked to men telling them them that Gloria Steinem was the coming of the godess, but Herbie "the source" was a different type of guy. He dyed himself purple for Easter and dared the co-eds to "break the shell of all around you". God, I miss that man, he could get laid in a Mormon Church during Pentecost with a priest and the brothers watching.