“And who is this?” Brady asked as she lowered the dog to the floor, already clipped to the leash.
“This is Goldie,” she said, bending to pat the small dog on the head.
“Goldie?” he questioned. “But she’s white.”
Noelle laughed at his confusion as she stood. “I know. It’s because she’s worth her weight in gold. She’s a Maltese mix, sweet, and tiny, as you can see. She got in the way of an SUV a few weeks ago when she was out and about. Our usual vet was out of town, so we had to take her to the emergency in Lucas.” Her voice trailed off as she remembered how shocked she’d been when she’d seen the bill.
“Thus, she’s worth her weight in gold?” Brady assumed.
“Exactly. Let’s just say the emergency vet did not give us the discount our usual vet gives us.” She sighed. It was all water under
