One night, after closing time a
barman is
sitting at his bar minding his own buisiness, when a spectral
hound
floats in through the door. The barman, being an exceptionally cool

kind of guy, asks “yeah, what do you want?”. The phantom hound

explains, in a haunting voice “I’ve lost my tail…… and cannot rest
until
a kindly barman stitches it back-on”. At this request the barman

stands back astonished and says to the phantom dog….. “Sorry, but
we
don’t re-tail spirits at this time of night”.