A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for
help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments, tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.
The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a
second opinion.
The vet gets a cat and puts it down next to the dog's body. The cat
sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, poking and sniffing the
dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows.
The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks
that your dog is dead, too.
The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead.
So the vet brings in a black labrador retriever, the lab sniffs the
body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and
barks.
The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks
your dog is dead too."
The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks
how much he owes. The vet answers, "$650."
"$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaims the man.
"Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my
initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab
tests."
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