Guy takes his dog into the vets. Dog is not very well, but the guy can't work out what the problem is. The vet has a feel about, listens to the chest, gets the guy to walk his beloved pet up and down a bit and says "This might be serious. I'm going to have to run some tests". The vet leaves the room, leaving the door open.
Guy is waiting, biting his fingernails anxiously. Dog sits on the table. Suddenly, a cat runs in and jumps onto the table, looks the dog up and down, jumps off and runs out of the room again. This all happens so fast that the dog doesn't even have time to think "cat, chase, kill", so he just sits there looking confused, along with his owner.
Still the vet hasn't come back in, but the guy hears him chatting to someone out the back. There is a sound of footfalls in the corridor and in runs a striking looking black gundog. He stops and jumps up at the table and woofs a couple of times at the sick dog. The sick dog woofs quietly back and wags his tail, giving a brief sideways look at his owner. The gundog leaves.
The vet finally enters the room and says "Well. Your dog doesn't seem to have anything wrong with it after all. You're worrying about nothing. That'll be £250 please".
"WHAT!" shrieks the guy, shocked and outraged, "We've only been in here 5 minutes and you haven't even done anything apart from poke around and listen to his chest!"
The vet looks offended and replies "What do you mean? You're dog had a CAT scan and Lab tests. These things cost money you know. Do you have insurance?"
Guy is waiting, biting his fingernails anxiously. Dog sits on the table. Suddenly, a cat runs in and jumps onto the table, looks the dog up and down, jumps off and runs out of the room again. This all happens so fast that the dog doesn't even have time to think "cat, chase, kill", so he just sits there looking confused, along with his owner.
Still the vet hasn't come back in, but the guy hears him chatting to someone out the back. There is a sound of footfalls in the corridor and in runs a striking looking black gundog. He stops and jumps up at the table and woofs a couple of times at the sick dog. The sick dog woofs quietly back and wags his tail, giving a brief sideways look at his owner. The gundog leaves.
The vet finally enters the room and says "Well. Your dog doesn't seem to have anything wrong with it after all. You're worrying about nothing. That'll be £250 please".
"WHAT!" shrieks the guy, shocked and outraged, "We've only been in here 5 minutes and you haven't even done anything apart from poke around and listen to his chest!"
The vet looks offended and replies "What do you mean? You're dog had a CAT scan and Lab tests. These things cost money you know. Do you have insurance?"
