An Englishman met a Welsh farmer who was standing beside his dog.
“Is that your dog?” the Englishman asked.
“Aye,” the Welshman replied.
“Do you mind if I speak to him?”
The Welshman laughed.
“You can try, but he doesn’t talk.”
The Englishman turned to the dog.
“Hello. How are you?”
The dog immediately replied, “I’m very well, thank you.”
The Englishman stared in amazement.
“Your dog can talk!”
The Welshman shrugged.
“So he says.”
The Englishman asked the dog, “What does your owner do?”
“He’s a farmer,” the dog replied.
“And what does he do every day?”
“He looks after the sheep, feeds the chickens, fixes the fences, and takes care of me.”
The Englishman was impressed.
“That’s incredible! Does he treat you well?”
“Oh yes,” said the dog. “He’s the best owner in the world.”
The Englishman turned to the farmer.
“Your dog is amazing! Why didn’t you tell me he could talk?”
The farmer shook his head.
“Because he’s a terrible liar.”
The Englishman looked confused.
“But everything he said sounded wonderful!”
The farmer sighed.
“He’s been telling me for years that he can talk.”
