To the vet and receptionist’s credit, they were both completely professional when speaking with the…

I suppose, but then they didn’t even have the dog come in and get checked.

I am sorry; I know this is not what your story is about but I guess I worry that someone will read it and think…”oh no need to worry if Fido downs my pan of chocoate brownies full of weed.”

I do like your imp though.

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