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A man brought a very limp dog into the veterinary clinic. As he lay the
dog on the table, the doctor pulled out his stethoscope, placing the
receptor on the dog's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his
head sadly and said, "I'm sorry, but your dog has passed away."

"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 Labrador Retriever.

The Retriever went right to work, checking the poor dead dog out
thoroughly. After a considerable amount of sniffing, the Retriever sadly shook its head and barked.

The veterinarian then took the Labrador out and returned in a few
moments with a cat, who also checked out the poor dog on the table. As
had its predecessors, the cat sadly shook its head and meowed. It then
jumped off the table and ran out of the room.

The veterinarian then handed the man a bill for $600.
The dog's owner went beserk. "$600! Just to tell me my dog is dead? This is outrageous!"

The vet shook his head sadly and explained. "If you had taken my word for it,
it would have been $50, but with the LAB report and the CAT scan…………..."