A young cowboy from Montana goes off to college.
Halfway through the semester, having foolishly squandered all
his money, he begins thinking about
his dire situation. He hatches a plan. He calls home.
"Dad," he says to
his father, "You won't believe what modern education is developing! They actually have a program here in University that will teach our
dog, Ole' Blue how to talk!"
"That's amazing!"
his Dad says. "How do I get Ole' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000," the son says "and I'll get him in the course."
So,
his father sends the
dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home.
So how's Ole' Blue doing son?"
his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this, they've had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!"
Read!?" says
his father, taken aback. "No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But the young lad has a problem. At the end of the year,
his father will find out the
dog can neither talk, nor read. So he ponders
his problem, again and again, he comes up with a plan. He finds the
dog a new home and gives him away to a loving family. When he arrives home at the end of the year,
his father is all excited.
"Where's Ole' Blue? I just can't wait to talk to him!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ole' Blue was in the living room, kicking back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal, as he usually does. Then Ole' Blue turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead who lives down the street?'"
The father went white, then red, then exclaimed, "I hope you shot that lying
dog before he talks that trash to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"