A older gentleman sees a sign in front of a house: “Talking Dog for Sale.”
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The man goes to the backyard where he finds the dog just sitting there.
“You talk?” he asks.
“Sure do,” the dog replies.
“So, what’s your story?”
The dog looks up and says, “Well, I discovered my gift of speech as a young pup. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.”
“I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in.”
“I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded loads of medals. Had a wife, a few puppies, and now I’m just retired.”
The geezer is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
The owner says, “Ten bucks.”
The bloke says, “This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?”
“Cause he’s on a pension from the CIA.”