So I see this ad for a 'Talking Dog' - $100, on Craig's List, and I figure what the heck I've got some time to kill.  So I make an appointment to go over and see this bargain wonder dog.

Well, when I ring the doorbell the dog actually comes to the door and actually starts talking. I look around, and there's no one else there except this little mutt.  So I ask him what's it been like to be a talking dog.

He says, "Well I first realized I could talk when I was rescuing people in the Swiss Alps, you know it helped to know what was wrong with them.  And in 2001 I was the lead dog for the cadaver search in New York City after 911.  Then recently I was off to entertain the troops in Iraq - they loved me.  It's been quite an adventure."

Finally the guy who put the For Sale ad shows up, and I ask why are you selling this wonderful dog?

"Because I'm tired of his B.S.  He keeps making up these tall tales.  He's never done any of that stuff!"