A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary hospital. 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, Polly has passed
away."
The distressed owner wailed, "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
a few moments later with beautiful black Labrador. As the bird's owner
looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws
on the examination table and sniffed the dead parrot from top to bottom.
He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet led the dog out but returned a few moments later with a cat.
The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at the ex-bird. The cat sat
back, shook its head, meowed and ran out of the room. The vet looked at
the woman and said, "I'm sorry; but like I said, your parrot is most definitely,
100% certifiably ...dead."
He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced
a bill which 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'd taken my word for it, the bill would only
have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, what did you expect?"
