ToothbrushBert really loved his dog, Fido.  The only problem was that Fido wasn’t a dog.  In fact, he was a toothbrush.

So, Bert’s family took him to see a psychiatrist.

“Bert,” said the doctor.  “You need to understand that Fido is not really a dog.  Fido is a toothbrush.”

“No, he is my doggie!” replied Bert.

And so the session began.  When the hour was up Bert asked the doctor if he had to come back.

“What do you have in your hands?” asked the doctor.

“My dog Fido,” he replied.

“Then you need to come back next week.”

Week after week, Bert came to the doctor who tried to convince him that Fido was really toothbrush.  Each week Bert would ask the doctor if he needed to come back.

“What do you have in your hands?” asked the doctor.

“My dog Fido,” was Bert’s reply.  So he had to come back.

Finally, one week things changed.  At the end of the session the doctor asked “What do you have in your hands?”

“It’s a toothbrush,” Bert replied.

The doctor was ecstatic.  “You’re cured, Bert!  You don’t need to come back anymore.”

Bert shook the doctor’s hand and Bert left the office for the final time.

When the elevator doors closed he turned towards his toothbrush and whispered “We sure fooled him that time, didn’t we Fido?”


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