That's my boy!
'That's my boy!'
A young cowboy from Rosetown, 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' Blue how to talk.'
That's amazing!' his Dad says 'How do I get Ol' Blue in that
program?'
'Just send him down here with $1,000,' the young cowboy says,
'I'll get him in the course.'
So his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out.
The boy calls home.
'So how's Ol' Blue 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' 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 Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to talk with him,
and see him read something!'
'Dad,' the boy says, 'I have some grim news.
Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ol' Blue 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 s__ of a
b____ before he talks to your Mother!'
'I sure did, Dad!'
'That's my boy!'
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