The Vet

The Vet

A woman brought a very limp duck into a
veterinary surgeon. As she lay her pet on
the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened
to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his
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," he
replied.

"How can you be so sure," she 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 his 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 it's haunches, shook its
head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm
sorry, but as I said, this is most
definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

Then the vet turned to his computer
terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which
he handed to the woman.

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the
bill. "$150!", she 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.



Tis bad isn't it