A guy takes his mutt to the vet as an emergency admission.

The vet does a quick examination, and after putting his stethoscope onto the rib cage he gives the guy the bad news. "I'm sorry mate, but Rover is dead".

The guy (let's assume he's not Irish otherwise we'll have some negative feedback...) isn't satisfied with this prognosis and demands a 2nd opinion.

With that the vet goes into the back room and comes back with a Labrador Retriever. The Labrador gives Rover the full SP and sniffs it everywhere. Then turns to the vet, shakes its head and says "woof".

Feeling a bit perplexed at this charade Rovers owner demands a proper second opinion. So out goes the vet and this time comes back with a pussy cat. Pussy gives Rover the works in terms of examination. Eventually Pussy turns to the vet, shakes its head, and says "meow".

Rovers owner feels there is no more to be expected of this strange vet, so picks up Rovers body and thanks the vet for his time.

The vet then presents his bill to the owner, who instantly goes into orbit. "What the f**k is this bill for £500 quid for to tell me my dog is dead?".

The vet responds with "well mate, if you'd have taken my first response it would have cost you £50. But you insisted on having the Lab tests and the Cat scan....".

Andrew

omg Andrew what ya been sniffing mate?

Or was it a case of 'bad day in the loft dear?


RR