A man goes to the zoo. When he arrives there is just a dog sat in a cage.
It was a Shitzu.
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A pretty shit joke, too.
(But I’ll be stealing it for use on my dad, who likes that kind of thing.)
That was rubbish. Did you sort you napkins out?
Oh God, Monday shitzu blogging.
There is obviously a new definition of the word “joke” of which I was previously unaware.
Well, it made me laugh. But I’m easily pleased.
A woman brought a very limp duck into a vet. 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 so sorry, your Duck, Cuddles, has passed away.”
The distressed owner wailed, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m quite sure. The duck is dead,” he replied.
“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 and returned a
few moments 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 at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments
later with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also sniffed delicately
at the bird. 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.”
Then 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. “$150!”, she cried.
“$150 just to tell me my duck is dead?”
The vet shrugged. “I’m sorry.” “If you’d taken my word for it, the bill
would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s
now $150.”
Shitzu! I laughed….
Me too. Quietly.
well i thought it was funny n was still laughin about it in my head hours after! im easily amused lol