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It's been a productive year for Joe, so by the time he's able to take a vacation, it's late in the fall. After lots of reading and researching, he finds this quaint little hunting lodge in the hills of eastern Oklahoma, and he books a week at the start of quail season.

He arrives on the appointed day, but he's upset to discover that he's fogotten his shotgun.

"No problem," says the manager, "happens all the time. We have a selection of shotguns available for your use."

"How about a dog? I have a dog, but he's just a loyal mutt, so he wouldn't be much use out here."

"Again, no problem," the manager says. "We have the perfect dog. His name is Salesman, and he can find birds when nobody else can."

So Joe goes out with Salesman, and he has unbelievable luck. Just like the manager says, Salesman finds all kinds of birds, and Joe bags his limit in no time.

He's so happy, he books his vacation there for the next year. When he returns, he requests Salesman, and again, he has a great vacation, and he has to let some birds go to avoid bagging his limit halfway through the week.

The next year, he returns, and he asks for Salesman.

"You can have him, but I have to warn you, he's not the same dog."

"Really? Why's that"

"Some idiot dude came up here last summer and spent a whole week calling him Salesmanager, so now all he does is sit on his tail and bark."
 

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