Three Dogs At The Vet's              

as told by / sloanranger

Three dogs are at the vet. They're waiting for their appointments and they start talking to one another.

After a minute the young dog looks up and asks the old one: "What are you in here for?"

"Oh, well, son – it's just age, I guess. I've been marking my territory, so to speak. Kidneys aren't what they used to be, been wetting on everything."

"Gee, that's too bad - what are they gonna to do?"

The old dog hung his head. "I think they're going to cut my gonads off."

"Oh, gosh, that's terrible!!" The young one asks, "Why?"

"I don't know," says the older one. "But they do it to a lot of old dogs."

"That's just awful!" The young one says.

They both look down at the floor sadly.

The old dog finally says the younger one: so what are you here for?

"Oh, I've been chewing on everything: furniture, shoes, even been nipping at the kids."

"Why?" the old dog says.

"I don't know, must be teething or something, but I can't seem to stop it. 

The old dog shakes his head. "That's too bad what are they going to do?

"I think they're gonna cut my gonads off, too," he says sadly

 "Doggonit," the old dog exclaims!! "What's wrong with those humans? They think that'll cure everything!"

Commiserating, they both lower their heads, shaking them despondently. Finally the old dog looks over to the third dog: "What are you here for?"

"Oh, gosh," the dog says sheepishly. "It's my hormones, I think. I've been jumping up on everybody - humping the chairs, the kids, everything. If it's got a leg - I'm on it."

Both the old dog and the young one look knowingly at one another, shaking their heads.

The third dog continues: "I don't know how to control it – even jumped on my master the other day."

Sadly, the old dog proclaims: "I'm sorry, son, but I'll bet they're going to cut your gonads off."

The third dog is quiet for a minute then shakes his head: "No," he says, thoughtfully. "I think they're gonna give me bath and have my nails trimmed."