Stop me if you've heard this one

I need to take a short break for the first half of this week, as I am going to Houston to be poked, prodded, CT-scanned, and asked to blow into tubes by various medical professionals. I can't begin to tell you how much fun this will be.

It never ends. (*sigh*)

But in keeping with this theme, here's a very old joke before I go on hiatus:

A man brought a limp dog into the veterinary clinic. As he lay the dog on the table, the doctor pulled out his stethoscope, and listened to the dog's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm sorry sir, but your dog is dead."

"What?" screamed the man. "How can you tell? You haven't done any testing on him or anything. I want another opinion!"

With that, the vet turned and left the room. In a few moments, he returned with a black Labrador Retriever. The Retriever went right to work, checking the poor dead dog out thoroughly with his nose. After a considerable amount of sniffing, the Retriever sadly shook his head and in a mournful tone said, "Bark".

The veterinarian then took the Labrador out and returned in a few moments with a cat, who also carefully sniffed out the poor dog on the table. As had his predecessor, the cat sadly shook his head and said, "Meow" He then jumped off the table and ran out of the room.

The veterinarian said "I'm sorry, but there's no doubt whatsoever. Your dog is definitely dead." The man finally sighed and said "OK, doc. I believe you. How much do I owe you?" The vet then handed the man a bill for $600. The dog's owner went berserk. "$600! Just to tell me my dog is dead? This is outrageous!"

The vet shook his head and explained. "If you had taken my word for it, the charge would have been $50, but you insisted on Lab tests and a cat scan."

Hyuk Hyuk. Regular blogging will resume on Thursday.

Cat Scan