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Today’s Laugh from the campfire repertoire of Harold
Merton
The Dead Dog A man rushed into a vet's office carrying a lip dog in his arms. He approached the Doctor and said “quick Doc my dog doesn’t respondand I think he is unconscious!”. The vet had a quick look at him and knew immediately that the dog hadbeen dead for at least an hour. Being a professional, he did all hecould including trying to restart the dog’s heart. Nothing worked andafter a few minutes he turned to the anxious owner and said “I’m sorryyour dog has died and he doesn’t respond. There’s nothing more I can dofor him!” “That dog has been my constant pal and companion for over ten years! Ican’t just take your word that he’s gone and there’s nothing more youcan do for him. I need another opinion!” The doctor nodded his head, then opened a door to another room off theexamining room and in trotted a big white cat. The vet leaned down and said something to the cat. The cat then jumpedup on the examination table where the limp body of the dead dog wasstretched out and immediately sniffed the dog starting from his headright down to the tip of his tail. The cat then “meowed” to the vet,jumped down and exited through the door he came in. The vet turned to the dog owner and said “I’m sorry Sir but the catsays your dog is dead!” “A cat! You trust just a cat to tell me whether my dog can be saved ornot!” exclaimed the dog owner. “I want another opinion!” The vet opened another door from the examination room and in strolleda big black labrador retriever. The vet whispered something to the dog and he jumped up on the tableand looked over the lifeless body of the dog on the table. The examiningdog poked the dead dog’s head. It moved limply, then fell back to whereit was previously. He did the same thing to his belly, his back and hisfront legs and his hind legs. Nothing! That dog was really dead! Thelabrador jumped down, looked at the vet, barked twice and then exitedthe room. The vet turned to the man and said “I’m really sorry Sir but the dogsays your dog is dead too. There is nothing we can do for him. He’sgone!” Devastated, the owner said “I’m sorry Doc, I loved that dog so much Ijust couldn’t take just one opinion that he was gone. I’m sorry for notbelieving you in the first place. I’ll go out to the counter and pay youwhat I owe you. How much is my bill?” The vet turned and said “it’s $700”. “Seven hundred dollars to tell me my dog is dead! I know it took a bitof your time but you really didn’t do anything for him. How could mybill possibly be $700!” The vet replied “at first I wasn’t going to charge you anything for myexamination because it was obvious your dog was dead before you broughthim here but the $700 was for the “cat scan” and the “lab tests”. |