A camper brought a very limp dog into the veterinary clinic. As he
lay the dog on the table, the doctor pulled out his stethoscope,
placing the receptor on the dog’s chest. After a moment or two,
the vet shook his head sadly and said, “I’m sorry, but your dog
has passed away.”
“What?” screamed the man. “How can you tell? You haven’t done any
testing on him or anything. I want another opinion!”
With that, the vet turned and left the room. In a few moments, he
returned with a Labrador Retriever. The Retriever went right to
work, checking the poor dead dog out thoroughly. After a
considerable amount of sniffing, the Retriever sadly shook his
head and said, “Bark”.
The veterinarian then took the Labrador out and returned in a few
moments with a cat, who also checked out the poor dog on the
table. As had his predecessors, the cat sadly shook his head and
said, “Meow.” He then jumped off the table and ran out of the
room.
The veterinarian handed the man a bill for $600. The dog’s owner
went postal.
“$600! Just to tell me my dog is dead? This is outrageous!”
The vet shook his head sadly and explained. “If you had taken my
word for it, it would have been $50, but with the Lab work and
the cat scan…”
good one