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A son moves away to go to college and takes his leave of his family and the the family dog, blue. A few months later, his father gets a call from his son. "Dad," he says, "there's an amazing program here that teaches dogs to talk!" 'That's amazing!' his Dad says. 'How do I get Blue in that program?' 'Just send him down here with $2,000,' the son says, 'I'll get him in the course.' So his father sends the dog and $2,000. About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home. 'So how's Blue doing, son?' his father wants to know. '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?' exclaims his father. 'No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?' 'Just send $4,500. I'll get him in the class.'
Then, finally, he comes up with a plan. First he gives the dog to a nice family. Then he goes home at the end of the year, his father is all excited. 'Where's Blue? I just can't wait to talk with him, and see him read something!' 'Dad,' the boy says, 'I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading 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 groans and whispers, '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. |
