From My Inbox:
A young cowboy from Melville , Saskatchewan goes off to college..
Halfway through the semester he foolishly 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’ Red how to talk.’
‘That’s amazing!’ his Dad says ‘How do I get Ol’ RED in that program?’
‘Just send him down here with $2,000,’ the young cowboy says, ‘I’ll get him
in the course.’
So his father sends the dog and $2,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out.
The boy calls home.
‘So how’s Ol’ RED 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’ RED in that
‘Just send $3,500. 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 Ol’ RED? I just can’t wait to talk with him, and see him read
‘Dad,’ the boy says, ‘I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before
we left to drive home, Ol’ RED 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 Café 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 politician.