Years ago, when I worked for a vet, shortly before closing one Saturday afternoon in summer a young guy came in, no shirt, dog in tow. He had just found the dog in a ditch and rescued him and hoped we could make sure he was alright. He said he had no money right then but he’d be sure to pay the bill. The dog stank (?) to high heaven of swamp water (think: dead things) and the guy looked like he was waiting for bad things to happen to both of them. They were irresistible. Fortunately, the vet, a young guy himself just setting up in practice, was a really good guy. I don’t remember if the dog or the guy was named Jesse, but the dog was cared for, the bill was paid and the dog was good. I’m sure they were good buddies for many years to come.
Years ago, when I worked for a vet, shortly before closing one Saturday afternoon in summer a young guy came in, no shirt, dog in tow. He had just found the dog in a ditch and rescued him and hoped we could make sure he was alright. He said he had no money right then but he’d be sure to pay the bill. The dog stank (?) to high heaven of swamp water (think: dead things) and the guy looked like he was waiting for bad things to happen to both of them. They were irresistible. Fortunately, the vet, a young guy himself just setting up in practice, was a really good guy. I don’t remember if the dog or the guy was named Jesse, but the dog was cared for, the bill was paid and the dog was good. I’m sure they were good buddies for many years to come.