snowyday Posted May 22, 2011 Share Posted May 22, 2011 Whistler, the artist, had a French poodle of which he was very fond. The poodle was very sick with an infection of the throat one day, and Whistler had the audacity to send for the great throat specialist, Mackenzie. When Mackenzie saw that he had been called to treat a dog, he felt incensed, but said nothing. He prescribed, pocketed a big fee, and drove away. The next day he sent posthaste for Whistler, and Whistler, thinking he was summoned on some matter connected with his beloved dog, dropped his work and rushed to the home of Mackenzie. On arrival the great specialist said gravely: “How do you do, Mr. Whistler? I wanted to see you about having my front door painted.†* * * * snowyday Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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