A pub landlord has an ancient but faithful dog. One night as the last customer leaves, he is careless as he slams the door and catches the dog's tail in it, amputating the tail. The unfortunate hound expires from the shock.

The dog goes up to Heaven. Saint Peter looks him over and says, "You can't come in without your tail. You're improperly dressed."

"But I lost the tail in the accident from which I expired", replies the dog.

"Well, you'll have to go back down and get it."

So, the dog's spirit returns to Earth, goes to the pub and bangs on the door. The landlord opens a window, leans out and shouts, "What do you want at this time of night ?"

"I've come for my tail", replies the ghostly hound.

The landlord shouts back, "You'll have to wait until tomorrow. I'm not licensed to retail spirits after eleven o'clock."