Vet Visit

A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid 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 sorry, Polly has passed away." The distressed owner whined, "Are you sure? 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, shrugged, turned and left the room, returning with a beautiful black Labrador.

As the bird owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the bird from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet took the dog out, but returned a few moments later with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also sniffed delicately at the ex-bird. The cat sat back, shook it's head, meowed and ran out of the room. The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, your parrot is most definitely 100% certifiably dead."

Then he returned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill that he handed to the woman. The parrot's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my bird is dead?" The vet shrugged. "If you had taken my word for it the bill would only have been $20, but with the lab report and the cat scan. . .