Arf! Arf!
I was working as a vetinary assistant and one day Gareth Hale... you know, him off Hale and Pace... came in with his dog.

This thing was a mongrel, not the best-looking animal I've ever seen. Anyway, turns out it was quite unwell as it had a cancerous growth somewhere inside. Operation required.

So I booked the poor mutt in and all went well. Gareth came back to pick him up and as 'part of the service' the vet had sealed up the growth in a plastic disposal bag and given it to him.

On his way out with his dog, Gareth turned to me, crossed over to the reception desk, grabbed a felt-tip pen and signed his autograph on the bag.

"Here you go mate" he said, handing me the bag.

And that's my cur's tumour from Hale story.

I know. I hate myself.
( MisterPunch did it that way on, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 15:18, 1 reply)

I hate you too
Please make it stop.
(CannedLaughter, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 16:19, closed)