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."
