Doctor Matthew Chinnery:  Hello old girl . Oh , you really are on your last legs are n't you ? Had a good innings , eh ? Chased a few cats , chewed a few bones . Well , you wo n't be in pain for much longer . Oh , do n't mind this . Just a silly little needle .
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: Off
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: to the land of nod . Good dog .
Farmer Tinsel: Ugh
Farmer Tinsel: , the galstone 's made him put on weight Mr. Chinnery .
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: What have you got there ?
Farmer Tinsel: Here 's Blacko . The poorly one . The one I want putting down .
Dr. Chinnery: And this one , the ... sleeping _ one _ .
Farmer Tinsel: Whiskey . My litle angel she is . Are n't you pet ? Whiskey ? Whiskey ?
Dr. Matthew Chinnery: I wonder if you can take a seat Mr. Tinsel , I have some rather upsetting news .