A man and his wife lived in Sydney with this 
                      huge doberman in a little apartment off. One 
                      night they went out for dinner and a spot of 
                      clubbing. By the time they got home it was 
                      late and the man was more than a little drunk. 
                      They got in the door and were greeted by the 
                      dog choking to death in the loungeroom. The 
                      man just fainted, but his wife rang the vet, 
                      who was an old family friend of hers, and got 
                      her to agree to meet her at the surgery. The 
                      wife drives over and drops off the dog, but 
                      decides that she'd better go home and get her 
                      hubby into bed. 

                      She gets home and finally slaps the man into 
                      consciousness, but he's still drunk. It takes 
                      her almost half an hour to get him up stairs, 
                      and then the phone rings. She'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 she picks up the 
                      phone, she hears the vet's voice screaming: 

                      "Thank God I got you in time! Leave the house! 
                      Now! No time to explain!" Then hangs up. 
  
                      Because she's such an old family friend, the 
                      wife trusts her, and so she starts getting the 
                      hubby down the stairs and out of the house. By 
                      the time they've made it all the way out, the 
                      police are outside. They rush up the stairs 
                      past the couple and into the house, the wife 
                      still has no clue about what's going on. 

                      The vet shows up and says, "Have they got him? 
                      Have they got him?" "Have they got who?" says 
                      the wife, starting to get really pissed off. 
                      "Well, I found out what the dog was choking on, 
                      it was a human finger." 

                      Just then the police drag out a dirty, stubbly 
                      man who is bleeding profusely from one hand. 
                      They found him in the bedroom.