A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken-down, shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale'

He rings the bell. The owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice-looking well-groomed standard poodle sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the poodle replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says, "So, what's your story?"

The poodle looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all, they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.

"I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years, but the jetting around really tired me out and I knew I wasn't getting any younger. So, I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and plots and was awarded a batch of medals.

"I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm retired."

The guy is speechless. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

"Ten dollars," the guy says.

"Ten dollars?! This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheaply?"

"Because he's a liar. He never did any of that stuff. He's never been out of the yard."