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.

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.