A General retired after 35 years
and realized a life-long dream of buying a bird-hunting estate in South Dakota.
He invited an old friend to visit for a week of pheasant shooting. The friend
was in awe of the General's new bird dog, "Sarge."
The dog could point, flush and retrieve with the very best, and the friend offered
to buy the dog at any price. The General declined, saying that Sarge was the
very best bird dog he had ever owned and that he wouldn't part with him at any
price.
A year later the same friend returned for another week of hunting and was surprised
to find the General breaking in a new dog. "What happened to ole "Sarge?"
he asked.
"Had to shoot him," grumbled the General. "A friend came to hunt
with me and couldn't remember the dog's name. He kept calling him Colonel. After
that, all he would do was sit on his ass and bark."