““I’m not—“ It wasn’t that I didn’t try to explain. “I’m…” It’s that each time I started to stutter out a response, I realized I was about to get myself into more trouble. No, I’m not overly bonded with the dog. It’s just that another dog showed me something? Doc Sharpe already had enough weird ideas about me, I didn’t need to give him another. I was settling on something noncommittal that neither of us believed. But as I turned to make my escape, I heard another voice—a sheltie, I think—cal...ling out in pain and fear. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” It was horrible—an almost-human cry of distress, more like a hoarse wail than a canine howl. The sound came from one of the examining rooms, but it was loud enough to reverberate through the hall. I could hear the voice as clearly as I’d heard Doc Sharpe. To the white-haired vet, it was probably just so much barking. Still, he paused, raising a hand to stop what he figured would be my continued protestations.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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