Tattoo

Last Saturday while attending a diarrheic Shih Tzu in the clinic, the lady owner watched me closely while I was preparing the intravenous drip. As I was about to administer the medication, the owner seriously asked me. "Doctor, what fraternity do you belong in college?” Smiling, I looked at her and replied. “Oh, madam, how did you know that I am a frat man?” She moved closer to me and pointed at my wrist. “You have a tattoo doctor!” My eyes darted to where her finger landed. I let out a friendly laughter. “Ugh, I am sorry madam. That’s not a fraternity tattoo. Yesterday, I repainted our trash can, and in my hurry for the clinic today, I was not able to totally remove some dried-up paint!”