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Abie, a rather shy and retiring gentleman who lives southwest,
sent this oldie about a talking dog...

A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of
a broken down shanty-style house: Talking Dog For Sale.

He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting
there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the Lab replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says, "So, what's
your story?"

The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty
young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all the
CIA 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. I signed
up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering around near
suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was
awarded a batch of medals. Later, I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now
I'm just retired."

The guy is amazed. He goes back inside and asks the owner how much he wants for
the dog.

"Ten dollars," the guy says.

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

"Because he's a Bullshltter. He's never been out of the yard."
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