"Talking dog for sale" During a recent Saturday afternoon drive around Greene County I happened down a back road near the 'Coon River. I saw a sign in front of a broken down aging farmhouse that read, "Talking Dog for Sale." Well, that made me curious so I stopped to see what the deal was. In the yard there is a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting. "You talk?" I asked. "Yep," the Lab replies. Well after I got over the shock of hearing a dog talk, I asked "So, what's your story?" "Ah shucks there ain't much to tell. Is that a screwdriver antenna on your truck out there?" "How did you know that," I asked? The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I'm a ham radio operator. I got my ticket when I was a young pup. In no time at all I had my 5-band DXCC in Phone and CW. The CIA heard about me and asked me to do spy work for them. I would hang around the communications centers and with my keen hearing could copy the transmissions. Because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping, I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years. Copying high speed CW all day really tired me and I knew I wasn't getting any younger. So, I decided to settle down. I retired from the CIA (8 dog years is 56 CIA years) and joined a ham radio club. In fact I won first place in the Iowa QSO Party two years in a row. Then I had a mess of puppies and got away from Ham Radio for a while. I sure miss my radio. Why don't you buy me and I'll be your CW operator in the next DX contest?" I said "Let me see what I can do." I went back in and asked the owner what he wanted for the dog. "Ten dollars," the old farmer says. "Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?" "Because he's a liar. He never did any of that stuff. He's just a No Code Extra."