An ol’ boy was drivin’ around the back
woods of Montana Sale
“Could I see your talkin’ dog?” the
fella replies. “Sure!” Mr. Bib says, “Sure
ya can!” The hound is in the back. Help yourself.”
The guy goes around the house to the
back and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever just layin’ there in the shade.
“You talk?” he asks. 'Yep,' the Lab
replies.
So, after this ol’ boy gets over his shock
of hearing a dog talk, he says “So, what's your story, hound?” The Lab looks up and tells him, “Well, I
discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young pup. I decided that I wanted
to help the government, so... I told the CIA ‘bout my talkin’. Shoot, in no time at all they had me jetting
from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and bigwigs from all
over! Guess them folks just never
guessed that a hound like me could spy on ‘em.
Yes sir, I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running,
but the jetting around really took a toll on me. I was dog tired and I knew I wasn't getting
any younger, so I decided to settle down and take it easier.”
“I signed up for a job at the airport to
do some undercover security, hangin’ around near suspicious types and listening
in. I uncovered some pretty shady goin’s
on too! Them airport folks gave me a
batch of medals for the fine job I did. Then
I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just livin’ comfortable at
this ol’ boy’s shack.”
Well this fella listenin’ ‘bout done a
double back flip! He runs to the front of the shack and asks Mr.
Bib what he wants for his dog. Mr. Bib
says, “Ten bucks and he’s yours!” “Ten
dollars!” the fella replies, “Why this dog is amazin’! Why on earth would you let him go so cheap?” “Well, I’ll tell ya why! It’s because he is a bullshitter! That damn dog has never even been out of the
back yard, but he sure tells folks he has!
I just can’t stand a liar!”
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