“He’ll be fine. Give him the medicine with his food.” I rubbed the chocolate pug’s head and smiled.
His owner had brought him in when she noticed he wasn’t eating like usual. I filled out the forms and motioned for my assistant to finish them, leaving the examination room and walking down the hall to my office. No sooner had I taken a seat when there was a knock at the door. I looked up to see Anissa carrying two bags in her hands.
I waved her to come in. “I thought you were at work?”
Anissa placed the bags on my desk and removed the burgers and fries, passing one to me. “I figured since you skipped breakfast this morning, we could catch up for lunch.”
“In other words, Mitchel worked through lunch.”
A flip of her middle finger made me laugh.
Anissa sat in the chair on the other
