A Dublin man sees a sign outside a Kerry farmhouse:
'Talking Dog For Sale'....He rings the bell, the owner appears and tells him the dog can be viewed in the back garden.
The man sees a very nice looking Black Labrador Retriever sitting there.
"Do you really talk?" He asks the dog.
"Yes!" The Labrador replies.
After recovering from the shock of hearing the dog talk, the man asks, "So, tell me your story!"
The Labrador looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk
when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I joined
the Garda.
"In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting
in rooms with spies and world drug lords, because no one imagined that a
dog would be eavesdropping.
I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years, But the jetting
around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I
decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at Dublin airport to do
some undercover security work, wandering near suspicious characters and
listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded
several medals. I got married, had a few puppies, and now I've just
retired!"
The man is amazed. He goes back into the house and asks the Kerryman how much he wants for the dog.
"Ten quid!" The owner says.
“A tenner??But this dog is absolutely amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheaply?"
"Because he's a lying cunt. He's never been out of the garden!"
