Clyde Moore from Trinity once had a dog which he

brought to St. John's for a visit to the Vet. Once in the

examining room, the vet asked Clyde to put his dog on the

examining table. The Doctor looked the dog up and down,

felt a bit here and there, poked around a little, and after a

few moments, broke the news to Clyde that his dog was

dead.

"Dead!!!" yelled Clyde, clearly upset. "I demand a second

opinion!!!"

The Vet went into the back room and returned with a cat,

which he promptly put down next to the dog's body. The

cat sniffed the dog from nose to tail, looked up at the vet

and meowed. The Vet looket at Clyde and said "I'm afraid

the cat agrees, you dog is definately dead."

Clyde still wouldn't accept it, so the Doctor went in the

back room again, returning this time with a Black Lab,

which sniffed Clyde's dog up and down, walked from head

to tail, all the way around it, and finally looked at the Vet

and uttered a single short bark.

"That confirms it," said the Vet, "your dog is most

assuredly dead".

Poor old Clyde finally accepted it, thanked the Doctor, and

asked him how much he owes.

"$650", said the Vet.

"Six hundred and fifty bucks!!!!" exclained Clyde, "just to

tell me my dog is dead? Are you nuts!?!?"

"Allow me to explain", said the Vet. "Your visit was only

$50. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and the lab

test.