Look here Ma, that durn POKO has started up a blog on this here internet thingamabob.
BillyBob, have you done finished milking the cows? You know reading that tripe POKO writes wont get the chores done!
Okay Ma, I'll do my chores now and read the blog after I feed the pigs. That durn POKO, he's always up to something...






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A Dog Story

by POKO on Jan 12th, 2005 7:29 AM

I'm sitting here at my 'puter banging away at the keyboard with my trusty dog Duncan a few feet away, stretched out on his (not ours - his!) sofa. Dunc invariably follows me downstairs when I tell the wife, "I'm going downstairs to compute."
Ah, yes - man's best friend. He's that alright preferring me 'cause I take the time to get on the floor and wrestle with him. Kath's arthritis prevents her from doing too much of that.
Every now and then he'll wander over to my desk and put his nose on my leg. His signal that it's time for another Milkbone. I keep a jar on my computer desk right beside my jar of peppermints. Hey, I gotta have my treats too.
Well that was the lead in to the next item and it's courtesy of Clayton Cramer's BLOG.

TALKING DOG FOR SALE

A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of a house, Talking Dog For Sale. He rings the bell, and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes around the house and into the backyard and sees a handsome Labrador Retriever sitting there.

"You talk?" he asks.

"Yep," the Lab replies.

"So, what's your story?"

The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young, and I wanted to help the government. So I told the CIA about my gift, and 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 running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."

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

"Ten dollars," says the owner.

The guy says, "This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"

"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."

Dunc and I will be back tomorrow (God/Allah willing) reporting on the world's news as we sees it.
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