A young cowboy from Texas goes off to college.
> 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 in Missoula
> 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 down 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 Wall Street Journal, 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 now serves in
> Washington D.C. as a Congressman.
>
>
