A son moved away to go to college, taking leave of his family and the family dog, Blue. A few months later, his father got a call from his son.
"Dad," he said, "there's an amazing program here that teaches dogs to talk!"
That's amazing!' his dad said. 'How do I get Blue into that program?'
'Just send him down here with $2,000,' the son said. 'I'll get him into the course.'
So his father sent the dog and $2,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the boy called home again.
'So, how's Blue doing, son?' his father enquired.
'Awesome! Dad, he's talking up a storm... But you just won't believe this. They've had such good results with talking, they've begun to teach the dogs how to read.'
'Read?' exclaimed his father. 'No kidding! How do we get Blue into that program?'
'Just send $4,500. I'll get him into the class.'
The money promptly arrived.
But our hero noticed an impending problem. At the end of the year, his father would find out that the dog can neither talk nor read.
'Where's Blue? I just can't wait to talk with him, and see him read something!'
Then, finally, he came up with a plan. First he gave the dog to a nice family. Then he went home at the end of the year to see his excited father.
'Dad,' the boy said. 'I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Blue kicked back in the recliner to read the Wall Street Journal. Then he suddenly turned to me and asked, 'So, is your dad still seeing that little redhead barmaid at the pub?''
The father groaned and whispered, 'I hope you shot that bastard before he talked to your mother!'
'I sure did, dad!'
'That's my boy!'
The lad went on to be a successful lawyer.