Choking Doberman
My cousin and his girlfriend lived in San Antonio with this doberman in a apartment off Marbach Rd. One night they went out night clubbing. By the time they got home it was late and my cousin was drunk. They found Dobie (their dog) choking to death on something.
My cousin's girl freaks out so he calls the vet, who was an old family friend of his, and got her to agree to meet him at the office. They drive over and drop off Dobie, but decides that they'd better go home and wait.
Finally home and still drunk. It takes them almost half an hour to get up the stairs, and then as they enter the apartment the phone rings. he's tempted to just leave it, but she decides that it must be important or they wouldn't be ringing that late at night. As soon as he picks up the phone, he hears the vet's voice screaming out:
"Thank God I got you in time! Leave the house! Now! No time to explain!" Then she hangs up.?
Because she's such an old family friend, he trusts her, and so they start getting out of the house and down the apartment stairs. By the time they've made it down into the parking lot, the police are waiting. They rush up the stairs past the couple and into the house, but my cousin still doesn't have a clue what's going on.
The vet shows up and says, "Have they got him? Have they got him?"
"Have they got who?" says the girlfriend, starting to get really pissed off.
"Well, I found out what the dog was choking on – it was three human finger."
Just then the police drag out an escaped killer from the Dominguez Unit, who is bleeding profusely from one hand.
"Hey sarge," one of them yells. "We found him in the bedroom with this!"
The officer holds up a ten inch knife!
The End.
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