My Bride dropped Dog off at Oswego Vets - which has a couple of great groomers on staff - and so I went in to pick him up. Generally, after all the hair is trimmed off, I end up with about half a dog.
So I walked in, and there was a lady chatting with one of the receptionists, so I just hung for a minute, and then the other receptionist, Brianna, asked if she could help me. I said, "Oh, I'm just here to pick up what's left of the dog". Brianna's welcoming smile faded, and she stood up from her desk. The lady next to me leaned over and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
Heck, I didn't know, so I replied that I imagined he was sorry too; he doesn't much enjoy a trip to the groomer.
Briana stopped dead in her tracks, brought her hands up to her face, and convulsed. The others in the room broke into unrestrained laughter. As Briana returned to her desk, still laughing, the lady next to me said she'd thought my dog had died. "I did too," said Briana.
"Um - sorry; it's just that I end up with about half a dog after the groomer gets done trimming off the hair. But thanks, folks; I'll be here all night."
They were still laughing when Dog and I left.