
“Well” said the vet “lets have a look at him”
So he picks the dog up and has a good look at it’s eyes.
“Well” says the vet “I’m going to have to put him down”
“Just because he’s cross-eyed?” says the man.
“No, because he’s heavy” says the vet.

“Well” said the vet “lets have a look at him”
So he picks the dog up and has a good look at it’s eyes.
“Well” says the vet “I’m going to have to put him down”
“Just because he’s cross-eyed?” says the man.
“No, because he’s heavy” says the vet.

But invariably the other voice would bring him back to reality, “Howard. You’re a Veterinarian.”

No matter how hard he tried to forget about it, his shame and sense of betrayal were overwhelming.
But every once in a while he’d hear a reassuring voice in his head that said, “Don’t worry about it. You aren’t the first medical practitioner to have sex with one of his patients.”
But then he would hear another voice, one that jolted him back to reality. “You are a sick doctor,” it whispered, “and a terrible veterinarian.”

Unable to separate them and perplexed as to what to do next, although it was late, she called the veterinarian, who answered in a very grumpy voice.
After having the problem explained to him, the vet said, “Hang up the phone and place it down alongside the dogs. I will then call you back and the noise of the ringing will make the male lose his erection and be able to withdraw.”
“Do you think that will work?” she asked. “It just worked for me” he replied.