A young cowboy from Wyoming went off to university. Half way through the
semester, he had foolishly squandered all his money and called home. “Dad,”
he says, “You won’t believe what modern education is developing! They
actually have a program here in Laramie 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 sent the dog and $1,000. About two-thirds of the way through
the semester, the money again ran out. The boy called home and his father
asked, “So how’s Ol’ Blue doing son?”
“Awesome, Dad, he’s talking up a storm,” he said, “but you just won’t
believe this – they’ve had such good results, they have started to teach the
animals how to read!”
“Read?” said his father, “No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?”
“Just send $2,500, I’ll get him in the class.”
The money promptly arrived. But our hero 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 arrived home at the end of the year, his father is all excited.
“Where’s Ol’ Blue? I just can’t wait to see him read something and talk!”
“Dad,” the boy said, “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, like usual. Then he turned to me
and asked, “So, is your daddy still sneaking down to the saloon and drinking
and smoking and carrying on with the gals there?”
The father exclaimed, “I hope you shot him before he talks to your Mother!”
“I sure did, Dad!”
“That’s my boy!”
The kid went on to law school and now serves in Washington D.C. as a
Congressman.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”