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A client brought a litter of golden retriever puppies to my veterinary
clinic for inoculations and worming. As the look-alike pups squirmed
over and under one another in their box, I realized it would be
difficult to tell the treated ones from the rest. I turned on the
water faucet, wet my fingers, and moistened each dog's head when
I had finished.
After
the fourth puppy, I noticed my hitherto talkative client had grown
silent. As I sprinkled the last pup's head, the woman leaned forward
and whispered, "I didn't know they had to be baptized."
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