Another blonde had just had it with the whole blonde thing. She cut her hair, dyed it dark, bought new clothes and a new car, and went driving around in a feisty mood. Soon she came upon a sheepherder with a large flock. She stopped her car, walked over to the sheepherder and said, "I have a proposition for you. If I can guess how many sheep you have, will you give me one?" "Okay," replied the sheepherder. The blonde looked around for just a second or two, and said, "412." "You're right!" said the astonished sheepherder. "Take your pick."
So she made a choice and was loading it into her car when the sheepherder walked over and said, "Now I have a proposition for you. If I can guess your original hair color, can I have my dog back?"