The day passed as a strange haze on unsteady feet. Betty smelled antiseptic floors and other dogs, heard unfamiliar talking and errant barking. A tall woman with bright eyes and strong arms walked Betty early in the day from one room to another. Another woman, blonde hair and gentle fingers, was the blurriest but seemed to be in charge.
By the time Betty could really open her eyes and focus, she was looking at the man, resting in his arms, as the blonde lady talked. Betty had already been fixed. They couldn’t be sure so they had to make the incision, but that is all that needed to heal. The blonde lady mentioned a cone that might need to go around Betty’s head so she didn’t disturb the site, but also said that it might not be necessary at all. Betty should heal pretty quickly.
The blonde lady also learned some things. Betty was older than the man had suspected – perhaps as old as two years old. They couldn’t say if she’d already had all of her shots, so they gave her the full workup. Betty looked very healthy and seems to have been taken care of, so most likely she was not out in the elements for too terribly long.
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