Classes for Dog to Talk and Read

A young man goes off to college, but about a third of the way through the
semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave him.
“Hmm,” he wonders, “How am I gonna get more dough?” Then he gets an idea.
He calls his father.

“Dad,” he says, “you won’t believe the wonders that modern education are
coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here that will teach
Fido how to talk!”

“That’s absolutely amazing!” his father says. “How do I get him in that
program?”

“Just send him down here with $1000,” the boy says, “I’ll get him into the
course.”

So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About two-thirds of the way
through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again.

“So how’s Fido 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 with this program, that
they’ve implemented a new one to teach the animals to read!”

“READ!?” says his father, “No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in
that program?”

“Just send $2,500, I’ll get him in the class.” So his father sends the
money.

At the end of the semester, the boy has a problem. When he gets home, his
father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots
the dog. When he gets home, his father is all excited. “Where’s Fido? I
just can’t wait to hear him talk and listen to him read something!”

“Dad,” the boy says, “I have some grim news. This morning when I got out
of the shower, Fido was in the living room kicked back in the recliner,
reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and
asked, ‘So, is your daddy still messin around with that little redhead who
lives on Oak Street?'”

The father yells, “Oh, shit! I hope you SHOT that lyin’ son-of-a-bitch!!!”

“Sure did, Dad!”

“That’s my boy!!!”