A Dog Walks Into A bar

A tired dog sat at a bar and nursed a beer. A gal sauntered up and began to flirt, “Mama always wanted me to marry a doctor,” she said with a sly smile. “What gave me away?” asked the dog. “The fatigue on my face? The worry lines on my forehead? My fear of failing the sick?”

“Your lab coat,” she said.

Back to work.

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