[Pete.]

That's true.



> A young jackaroo from outback Queensland goes off to

> university, but 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 Brisbane 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 $2,000," the young jackaroo

> 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' 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 $4,500. 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 pub?'"

>

> The father groans and whispers, "I hope you shot that

> bastard before he talks to your Mother!"

>

> "I sure did, Dad!"

>

> "That's my boy!"

>

> The kid went on to be a successful lawyer.