While driving through the backwoods of Montana, a man noticed a weathered, shanty-style house with a sign out front that read: “Talking Dog for Sale.” Intrigued, he pulled over and knocked on the door.
The owner stepped out and said casually, “The dog’s in the backyard.”
Curious, the man walked around to the backyard and found a friendly-looking Labrador Retriever sitting calmly.
“You can talk?” he asked, half-joking.
“Yep,” the dog replied.
The man’s jaw dropped. Once he recovered, he stammered, “So… what’s your story?”
The Lab gave a little shrug and began, “Well, I discovered I could talk when I was a pup. Naturally, I wanted to do something meaningful, so I contacted the CIA. They were thrilled to hire me, and soon I was jetting around the world. I’d sit in on meetings with spies and world leaders, gathering secrets because, let’s face it, who would suspect a dog? I was their top agent for years.”
The man listened, stunned, as the Lab continued.
“But the constant travel wore me down. As I got older, I decided to take a quieter job at the airport, working undercover security. I’d stroll around, eavesdropping on shady characters. I uncovered major criminal operations, earned a bunch of awards, and eventually retired. Now I just hang out here, enjoying my golden years.”
The man was in awe. He rushed back to the front of the house and said to the owner, “How much do you want for this dog?”
“Ten dollars,” the owner replied.
“Ten dollars?!” the man exclaimed. “This dog is incredible! Why so cheap?”
The owner shook his head and said, “Because he’s a liar. He’s never left the yard.”