While browsing the many shops in the French Quarter, I spotted an unusual sign in the window of a small family owned curio shop. The sign simply said “Talking Dog for Sell by Owner.” I rang the bell, the door buzzed, and I opened it and went inside. It was a small shop and an older man was sitting on an old divan reading the newspaper. I told him I had come to inquire about the talking dog for sale. He looked up from his newspaper just long enough to motion toward a rear door and tell me the dog is out back.
I go through the door into the back yard where I find a rather non-descript black mutt. He is just sitting there beside a large doghouse. I walked over to him and not knowing exactly what to do next I say, almost under my breath, “So you talk”?
I can’t say I was even startled when the mutt answered back with a very matter of fact “Yep.”
So, I ask, “what's your story?"
The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift 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. No one ever figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running.
”They treated me very well but the jetting around really tired me out. I wasn't getting any younger and I just wanted to settle down. So, I signed up for a job at Moisant Field airport to do some undercover security work. This mostly involved just wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. They awarded me a batch of medals for my work at MSY. But then that grew tiresome so I quit, married, and had a mess of puppies and now I'm just retired."
I am totally amazed. I go back in and ask the owner how much he wants for the dog.
The owner says, "fifty dollars."
I immediately reply. "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
The owner replies, "He's such a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."
heard it before, it’s a great joke! LOL!