A young cowboy from Southern Alberta goes off to University.
Half way through the semester, having foolishly
squandered all his money .... he calls home.
"Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education
is developing! They actually have a program here at the University
that will teach our dog, Ole' Blue how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ole' Blue
in that program?"
"Just send him here with $1,000" the young cowboy says
"and I'll get him in the course."
So, his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester,
the money again runs out. The boy calls home.
"So how's Ole' Blue doing son?" his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you
just won't believe this -- they've had such good results
they have started to teach the animals how to read!"
"Read!?" says 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 arrives. 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 arrives home at the end of the year, his father
is all excited.
"Where's Ole' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read
something and talk!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday
morning, just before we left to drive home, Ole' Blue was
in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading
the National Post, like he usually does".
"Then Ole' Blue turned to me and asked, so, is your daddy
still messing around with that little redhead who lives
down the street?"
The father went white and exclaimed, "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 law school, and is now a Liberal MP seeking re-election.
