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 goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat

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.

The vet brings in a black Labrador. 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 say, "I'm

sorry, but the Lab thinks your dog is dead too."

The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks him how

much he owes. The vet answers, "$650."

"$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man.