Mr. Huff takes the clipboard and he and Greg walk to a seat in the waiting area, “sit,” Mr. Huff says, pointing to the side of the chair, and Greg finds himself move into position next to the chair and squats down, his butt planted on the floor and his hands flat on the ground between his legs. The man grins, “good boy, Greg,” he chuckles, then he sits down on the chair and starts to fill out the form:
Name of dog: “Rex”
Breed of dog: German Shepherd
Age of dog: 8 Weeks
Color of fur: Solid White
Name of owner: Ryan Huff
Vaccination: Yes
Neutering/Fixing: No
Chipping: Yes
Flea Treatment: Yes
Deworming: Yes
General Checkup: Yes
After filling out the form with the information and desired treatments, Mr. Huff looks over at Greg, he sees that Greg has his head hung and looks pretty miserable. “What’s the matter, boy,” Mr. Huff asks.
Greg looks up at his teacher, scowling, “you know DARN WELL the answer to that question,” he says through gritted teeth.
Mr. Huff chuckles, “I don’t understand why you are acting like this,” he says, “I could have done a lot worse. I could have transformed you into my dream woman, but I decided to make you my human-dog! You may see me as evil, doing this to you, but I really do need a good guard dog.”
Greg tilts his head, “a… guard dog,” he asks, “what… what kind of “guard dog” am I supposed to be?”
Mr. Huff grins, “a German Shepherd,” he says, “here, have a read through the form I just filled out,” he then holds the clipboard in front of Greg, so that the boy can read.
“Solid white fur,” Greg mumbles, “8 WEEKS?! Why 8 weeks? Phew… at least now “fixing” or “neutering”.”
“Well, if you are not a good boy and obey me, I can still have you “fixed”,” Mr. Huff says with a grin, “as for the age: a 8 week old “puppy” is easier to train than an adult dog.”
Greg sighs, “I g-guess… it could be worse,” he mumbles.
Mr. Huff smiles, “see? So, stop your whining. I promise, you’ll be one happy “dog”. Hahaha!”