A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary
surgery. As she lay her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his
and listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook
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
The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, turned and left the
room, returning a few moments later with a beautiful black Labrador. As
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
fussed the dog and took it out but returned a few moments later
with a cat. The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at the
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
terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the
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
been 20, but what with the Lab report and the cat scan ..."