Padraig pulled the last bit of thread out of the dog’s skin, and Athena used a cotton ball to clean the drop of blood that welled from the hole.
“Okay, that’s it. You did well, Ginny girl,” Padraig told the dog and patted her head.
Ginny’s owner, Mrs. Granger, looked ever so happy. “Thank you so much, Dr. Donovan,” she whispered, blinking away tears.
“Hey, it’s over now. She’s just fine. Just make sure she can’t escape to the road again, okay?” He gave her a smile, then lifted the Labrador mix off the table. “You be good, Ginny. We don’t want to see your mug here again.”
“Until her next vaccinations, that is!” Athena piped up from where she was already disinfecting the table.
“Right,” Padraig agreed, smiling. “Okay, Athena will get you the paperwork in the front, and here’s hoping I d
