The Talking Dog

I was driving around the outback and saw a sign in front of a broken
down house: "Talking Dog For Sale ." I rang the bell. The owner appeared
and told me the dog was in the backyard.

I went into the backyard and saw a nice looking blue-cattle dog
sitting there.

"Do you talk?" I asked.

"Yep," the dog replied.

After I recovered from the shock of hearing a dog talk, I said:

"So, what's your story?"

The bluey looked up and said,

"Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to
help the government, so I told the Federal Police. In no time at all, 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 for eight years running. But the jetting
around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I
decided to settle down. Signed up for a job at the airport to do some
undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in."

"I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I
got married, had a bunch of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

I was amazed. I went back inside and asked the owner what he wanted
for the dog.

"Ten dollars," the guy said.

"Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so
cheap?"

"Because he's a liar. He never did any of that sh!t."