Aguy is driving around the backwoods of Montana, and he sees a signin front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale'
Herings thebell, and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in thebackyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labradorretriever sitting there.
'You talk?' he asks.
'Yep,' the Lab replies.
After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, hesays 'So, what's your story?'
The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talkwhen I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I toldthe CIA.
In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country,sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no onefigured 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'tgetting any younger, so I decided to settle down.
I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercoversecurity, wandering near suspicious characters and listeningin.
I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch ofmedals.' 'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm justretired.'
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wantsfor the dog.
'Ten dollars,' the owner says.
'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling himso cheap?'
'Because he's a Democrat and a liar. He never did any of that
