One day, a farmer's sitting in his rocking chair on his front porch with his dog lying next to him. A man walks up the driveway.
"Hi there, sir. Do you mind if I have a talk with your dog?"
The farmer looks up at the man, chuckles, and says, "you can talk to him if you want, but he won't talk back."
The man thanks the farmer, then leans over and talks to the dog, "hey, boy. How you doing? Does this guy treat you right?"
The dog looks up and says, "yeah, things are pretty good. He gives me good food, I've got a nice spot by the wood stove to sleep and this big farm to run around on... I'd have to say I'm pretty happy."
The farmer is dumbfounded.
The man says, "Good to hear that. I'm glad you like it here." He looks over at the fence where the farmer's horse is standing. "Mind if I talk to your horse?"
The farmer doesn't know what to think, but he says (somewhat uncertainly), "uhhh... sure, go ahead... but I know the horse can't talk."
The man wanders over to the horse. "Hi there. How you doing? Do they take good care of you here?"
The horse responds. "They sure do. I've got good straw and this big field. They brush me and give me a blanket when it's cold. And you should see my spot in the barn; it's pretty nice."
The farmer just about falls back in his chair.
The man says to the horse, "that's good. I'm glad you're happy. And I see what you mean about brushing; your mane looks really nice."
The man points over to the pen of sheep nearby. "Mind if I go talk to your sheep?"
The farmer thinks for a minute, then a panicked look comes over his face. He blurts out, "those sheep are damned liars!"
