There was a newspaper reporter whose work load was low and quiet for the day and his editor told him to go and cover some unimportant and likely false leads. So he knew that someone had a talking dog for sale for $100. "Why not do that one?" he thought to himself, thinking it would lead to nothing and allowing him to go home early. So he went over to the dog owner's home and knocked. The door opened right away.
Reporter: "So you are the one with the talking dog for sale? Can I interview him?"
Dog Owner: "Yeah. He's out in the back yard. Go out and talk to him if you want.
So the reporter steps out into the back yard and sees a dog sniffing away at some flowers and doing just what he expected out of any dog. He scratched a little and panted with his tongue hanging out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for any dog. "Oh well," thought the reporter. "I'll just pop one question and leave. There must be some catch or joke to all of this.
Reporter: "So you are the talking dog. Can I ask you a few questions?" The reporter was smirking until the dog responded.
Dog: "Yeah. I can talk."
Reporter (completely surprised and caught off-guard): Holy cow! You really can talk. This is amazing! Tell me your story!"
Dog: "Okay. Well, I was born and noticed that I could talk while all the other dogs in the litter could not. I was an outcast amongst them so I left and got a job at the F.B.I. to go undercover on drug busts and income tax frauds and then took up more languages and got a job at the C.I.A. I lived undercover in the Soviet Union for many years, sending classified and top secret information back to Washington. After escaping there I went into China and did some spying during the Cultural Revolution before coming back to the States and getting a semi-retired job at a local police department. Now I am retired and just want to lay back."
Reporter to the dog owner: This is unbelievable! And you want to sell this dog off for just $100? Why? His story is worth millions!"
Dog owner: " You didn't believe him, did you?"