The man sat at the bar looking morosely into his pint of beer.

No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, a little voice inside his head kept on and on at him “How could you Bob, how could you sleep with one of your patients!”

Time went by, and a few more pints disappeared down his throat until he began to feel a little better – even the voice inside his head began to mellow.

“OK Bob, I suppose you’re not the first person to sleep with one of their patients and no matter what they say, you’re still the best vet in the district.”