A Four-Footed Character

Just driving ‘round the backwoods in his trusty Chevrolet,Ol’ Art spied him a sign that made him turn another way,Cause ‘Talking Dog for Sale’ would catch the eye of anyone,And Art, he figured sure a dog that talked could be so fun!
He drove into a yard and asked a man just sitting thereIf he’d a dog for sale and if so, could he point where?The man, he shrugged and told him that the dog was out in back,Then pointed. Art, he thanked him, and the man said, “No prob, Mac.”
In the yard, ol’ Art, he found a black Lab sitting there,"You talk?" he asked the dog. And the dog said, “Mid to fair.”
After Art recovered from the shock, while still a little dazed,He said, “What's your story?” and prepared to be amazed.
The Lab looked up and said, “Well, I discovered pretty young“That I could talk and so I thought that I could help out some,“I told the CIA. And soon they flew me cross the skies,“And sat me in some rooms with world leaders and with spies.”
“I was their most valued spy for eight years running, true!“But the jetting around got to me and I figured I was through.“So I went to an airport. Thought I’d do security, “Standing near suspicious guys who never noticed me.”
“I uncovered some amazing stuff. Rewards came thick and fast, “Then I got married, had some pups, and I'm retired at last.”Ol’ Art was just amazed. He stumbled to the owner then,Said, “How much for the dog?” “Oh, a tenner,” said the man.
“Ten dollars? Are you sure? This dog's amazing! Why so cheap?”
“Because he never did those things. The dog’s a lying creep!”So just a note, in ending, s’not how talented you ‘ere’,But whether you’re a man (or dog) of greatest Character.

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