A young farm boy from Illinois goes off to the University of Wyoming. Half-way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered all his money. He calls home. "Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education is developing! They actually have a program here in Laramie 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 here with a $1,000," the boy says. "I'll get him in the course." So, his father sends the dog and a $1,000. About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home. "So how's Ol' Blue doing son?" his father asks. "Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this - they've had such good results they've started to teach the animals how to read!" "Read!?" says his father, "No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?" "Just send $2,500, 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 see him read something and talk!" "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 like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your dad still messin' around with that busty little redhead who works at the diner?'" The father exclaimed, "I hope you shot that son-of-a-***** before he talks to your mother!" "I sure did, Dad!" "That's my boy!" The kid went on to be a lawyer, and then the Governor of Illinois.