A man takes over as landlord in a rural pub that has a reputation for being haunted.
The opening night goes well and but when he's cleaning up afterwards he hears a spooky whining noise from the beer cellar. He checks his watch and it's exactly midnight.
He goes down to investigate and finds the transparent ghost of a small dog, with its tail missing.
He's a little scared, but the dog is making such pitiful noises and keeps running to one corner of the cellar and running back, just like a puppy wanting you to play.
So he follows where the ghost dog leads and finds a bit of the wall is damaged and there's a hole, exactly where the dog keeps looking.
Gingerly, he puts his hand in the hole and his fingers close on something thin and bony, like a starving snake, or a human finger. He pulls it out and sees it's the rotting remains of a dog's tail.
The dog is now almost bouncing with excitement and keeps turning to present his poor, tail-less rump to the landlord, who looks at the dog's rear end and the rotting tail in his hand, shakes his head and says,
"I'm sorry, you know I can't re-tail spirits after hours."