A Ruff Day at the Vet
A few weeks ago, I took my cat to the vet for its annual check-up.
In the waiting room, two ladies were chatting—one had a giant Great Dane, the other a little poodle. The poodle lady had her arm in a brace.
The Great Dane owner asked what happened.
She said, “Well, I was walking my poodle, he spotted a female dog, bolted across the street, yanked me down, and I broke my elbow. So… he’s here to get castrated.”
Then she asked the Great Dane owner, “And why are you here?”
The lady sighed. “I was home alone watching TV. The remote fell under the couch. When I bent down to grab it, my skirt rode up… and the Great Dane, um… jumped me.”
The poodle owner blinked. “Oh… so, castration for him too?”
The lady shook her head.
“Nope. Just getting his nails trimmed.”
