I was looking for some photos and came across this note. I thought it is worth sharing.

 

A woman brought a very limp duck 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, your  duck has passed away.”  

The distressed woman wailed, “Are  you sure?”  

“Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead.” replied the vet.  

“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “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, turned around, and left the room.  

He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog  stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table, and  sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad  eyes and shook his head.   The vet patted the dog on the head and  took it out of the room.  

A few minutes later he returned with a  cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from  head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed  softly, and strolled out of the room.  

The vet looked at the woman  and said; “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100%  certifiably, a  dead duck.”  

The vet turned to his computer  terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the  woman.

The  duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill.     “$200!” she cried. “$200 just to tell me my duck is dead!?”  

The vet  shrugged, “I’m sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $30, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s  now $200. 

 

Until Next time. Stop and Smell the Roses.

 Rosalinda