Post by hungryhuntergirl on Jun 6, 2006 15:43:25 GMT -5
Ruger brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon (HHG). As he laid his pet on the table, the vet pulled out her stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook her head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure"?
"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," she replied.
"How can you be so sure"? Ruger protested. "I mean, you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled her eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.
As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.
He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a cat.
The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at Ruger and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100 percent certifiably, a dead duck."
Then the vet turned to her computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which she handed to the Ruger.
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" he cried.
"$150 just to tell me my duck is dead"?
"The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the lab report and the cat scan, it's now $150.
That right thar is funny, I dont care who you are!!
After a moment or two, the vet shook her head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure"?
"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," she replied.
"How can you be so sure"? Ruger protested. "I mean, you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled her eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.
As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.
He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a cat.
The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at Ruger and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100 percent certifiably, a dead duck."
Then the vet turned to her computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which she handed to the Ruger.
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" he cried.
"$150 just to tell me my duck is dead"?
"The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the lab report and the cat scan, it's now $150.
That right thar is funny, I dont care who you are!!
