“It’s going to be all right, boy. You’ll see. It’s just a simple shot…”
“Hello, Mister Peters. How are we doing today?
Mister Peters shook his head. “Spunky won’t relax and let go no matter what I say.”
Doctor Jones smiled and turned his attention to his patient, a young Miniature Dashund. “Now, Spunky. Be a good boy…” He reached out and stroked the dog’s ears. It seemed to relax Spunky enough that he stopped growling. Doctor Jones looked to the man. “That wasn’t so difficult.”
Mister Peters shook his head. “That’s not the end the marble is stuck in.”