A Reader sent me this, and I can’t resist passing it along on a lazy Sunday afternoon:

Dog for Sale In West Virginia....
A guy sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog for Sale."
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting
there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the mutt replies.
"So, what’s your story?"
The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young
and
I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA 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 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 a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and
now I’m just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for
the dog. The owner says, "Ten dollars."
The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him,
so cheap?"
The owner replies, "He’s such a liar. He didn’t do any of that stuff."