A guy was driving down the road in Santa Barbara when he sees a sign in front of a house that says: “Talking Dog for Sale.”
So he pulls over and goes up to the door and rings the bell. When the owner opens the door the guy asks did I read your sign right, You have a talking dog for sale?” The owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a blackish mutt just sitting there.
“You talk?” he asks.
“Sure do.” the dog replies.
“So, what’s your story?” he asks.
The dog looks up and says, “Well, I discovered my gift of talking pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time 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 eight years running.”
“The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in.”
“I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.”
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
The owner says, “Ten bucks.”
The owner says, “Ten bucks.”
The guy says, “This dog is unreal and amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?”
“Cause he’s a liar. He didn’t do any of that stuff.”
