Talking Dog

[Bushy]

A bloke sees a sign in front of a house in Luton:

"Talking Dog for Sale." He rings the bell and the owner tells

him the dog is in the back garden.

The bloke goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just

sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks. "Sure do," the dog replies. "So, what's

your story?" 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 MI5 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

loads of medals. Had a wife, a few puppies, and now I'm just

retired."

The bloke is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he

wants for the dog.

The owner says, "Ten pounds."

The bloke says, 'This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you

selling him so cheap?"

"Cause he's a f*ckin' liar. He's never done any of that stuff."

 

 

[Ginge]