A Banjo picker took his houn' dog to the vet and complained that the dog was
"bad sick". The doc did a quick check and informed the Banjo picker that
the dog was dead. The Banjo picker insisted that the dog was just "bad
sick" and demanded that the vet treat the dog. The vet turned to his lovely
assistant and said "get the tabby".
She left the room and soon returned
with a large, tough looking tabby cat. The vet took the cat and placed it
at the head of the dog and stood back. The cat bowed up and (with claws
extended) batted the dog about the eyes and ears six or eight times.
Getting no response, the cat then moved up on the dog's back and began the
claws-extended, getting-ready-to-lay-down dance that cats do. Again,
getting no response, the cat moved to the dogs's rear end and sniffed a few
times around the base of the tail, and then bit the tail hard. Getting no
response again, the cat walked off in disgust. By this point the Banjo
picker was finally convinced the dog was dead, and asked the vet how much
money he owed. The vet said "$200.00." The Banjo picker was taken aback
and asked why the cost was so high. The vet said: "$50.00 for my
examination and $150.00 for the cat-scan".
Thanks to Mike Hatfield.