A lady is on her way to Israel. She wants to purchase a seat for her dog, which is in a special cage, but the airline will not agree. After a long argument, she permits the attendants to put the cage with the baggage.
At Lod airport she disembarks, and through some strange circumstance, the dog, cage and all, had disappeared. She keeps needling the airline people, telling them that they should have listened to her and permitted her to keep the dog with her on the plane. Needless to say, the airport personnel are very apologetic, but keep reassuring her that the animal will be found and returned to her.
Sure enough, the cage turns up, but to their consternation they discover that the dog is dead! Swiftly, they contact every kennel in Israel and, luckily, they find a dog that looks almost identical to the dead one. This whole process has taken several hours, during which they have received numerous phone calls and complaints from the lady.
Now the airport manager calls her up and tells her, "Madam, we will have your dog at your hotel within an hour."
And he is as good as his word. Forty-two
minutes later he himself arrives at the Hilton with the cage and dog. The lady takes one look at the dog and starts to wail: "That's not my dog! That's not my dog! You liars, thieves. What have you done with my pet?"
Well, the manager sees that he is in the soup; he might as well confess. "Madame," he reports, "unfortunately when we found your dog, it was dead. So we disposed of it and got you a replacement which is almost an exact replica of the one that died."
But the woman won't be soothed. "You fools, liars, no-goods.
That dog was dead when I put it on the plane! Don't you understand anything? I wanted to bring it to the Holy Land to bury in sacred soil!"