A young cowboy from Rosetown, Saskatchewan goes
off to college, but halfway through the semester he
has squandered all of his money.
He calls home. 'Dad,' he says, 'you won't believe what
modern education is developing. They actually have a
program here in Regina that will teach our
dog Ol' Blue how to talk.'
'That's amazing!' his Dad says 'How
do I get Ol' Blue in that program?'
'Just send him down here with $1,000,' the young
cowboy says, 'I'll get him in the course.'
So his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again
runs out. The boy calls home. 'So how's Ol' 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 animals how to read.'
'Read?!' exclaims his father. 'No kidding!
How do we get Ol' Blue in that program?'
'Just send $2,500. I'll get him in the class.'
The money promptly arrives. But our boy has a problem.
At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog
can neither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year,
his father is all excited.
'Where's Ol' 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, Ol' 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 daddy still messing
around with that little redhead barmaid
at the Blue Sky Caf? and Tavern?''
The father groans and whispers, 'I hope you shot that
son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!'
'I sure did, Dad!'
'That's my boy!'
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer.
off to college, but halfway through the semester he
has squandered all of his money.
He calls home. 'Dad,' he says, 'you won't believe what
modern education is developing. They actually have a
program here in Regina that will teach our
dog Ol' Blue how to talk.'
'That's amazing!' his Dad says 'How
do I get Ol' Blue in that program?'
'Just send him down here with $1,000,' the young
cowboy says, 'I'll get him in the course.'
So his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again
runs out. The boy calls home. 'So how's Ol' 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 animals how to read.'
'Read?!' exclaims his father. 'No kidding!
How do we get Ol' Blue in that program?'
'Just send $2,500. I'll get him in the class.'
The money promptly arrives. But our boy has a problem.
At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog
can neither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year,
his father is all excited.
'Where's Ol' 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, Ol' 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 daddy still messing
around with that little redhead barmaid
at the Blue Sky Caf? and Tavern?''
The father groans and whispers, 'I hope you shot that
son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!'
'I sure did, Dad!'
'That's my boy!'
The kid went on to be a successful lawyer.
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