A lady owned a dog and pot-bellied pig. The pig and the dog got into a fight. When the lady went to break it up, the pig punctured her arm w/ a tusk. The wound became infected and when she went to see her doctor, he said she needed to get the pig checked for rabies. She took the pig to the vet. While there haven't been any cases of pigs w/ rabies for years in the U.S., he did the test. He also agreed to file down the pig's tusks and remove the dew claws. After the operation, instead of coming out of the anesthesia slowly, the pig acted like it was coming down from a high and started running laps around the operating room. It dislodged a feed to the dental tool and water splashed everywhere around the room. The small incisions on the pig's legs opened and blood spurted on the walls as the pig ran about. The owner witnessing all of this mayhem started yelling, "My baby, my baby!" Knowing that the pig wasn't in any danger and would soon be calming down, the vet looked over at the lady. He contemplated saying, "I can see the resemblance." -or- asking "Who was the father?" Wisely, he said nothing.
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