A Year Later
“Okay, Scooby, let's try to stay out of the trash next time," I instructed to the hulking Great Dane on the exam table. He'd had to stay overnight for fluids and anti-diarrhea medication after eating something that hadn't agreed with him. Since he'd torn through most of the trash bag, his owner had had a hard time deciphering what the offending food was. Considering the s**t-show he'd experienced both at home and here, it must've been something positively corroded.
With a wave to Scooby's owner, Mrs. Demarco, I then headed out of the exam room, leaving Jaycee to go over the aftercare instructions. Glancing at my watch, I grimaced. I was going to have to haul ass to make it to the school on time. When I got out into the hallway, Sylvia had anticipated me like usual and was wa
