The veterinary clinic was busier than Todd expected. He was thinking about how long it would take and remembered he had to be at the school early tomorrow to catch the bus to the band competition. Who would take care of Chad? He had been so excited about having Chad as his dog until the spray wore off he had forgotten about the band competition.
He opened Chad's wallet, and grinned. Nearly a thousand dollars in cash. Chad must've had something big planned. He could kennel Chad at the Vet's. He might need to anyway because they might be too busy to see him tonight.
"Come, Chad," Todd ordered leading the former quarterback by his makeshift collar/leash.
Chad followed happily after Master Todd. As he entered the lobby, Chad smelled bitches in heat. His conical red penis unsheathed in anticipation of having sex. That had to be the reason Master Todd brought him to the vet's. Once a stud, always a stud thought Chad happily.
"Todd, I don't think the doctor will be able to get to um, Chad today. Can you bring him back?" the receptionist said after Todd handed back the paperwork he had filled out.
"Oh, I'm going out of town early tomorrow. Can I kennel him here for the weekend? Chad really needs a thorough exam and shots," Todd pleaded.
"Well, I think we can accommodate your dog. Let me get the Veterinary Tech to confirm the treatment you want," she said, then got up and shouted down the hall, "Brad, come up here. Got an intake for you."
She sat back down, and directed Todd toward the door.
An middle aged woman stormed over to the receptionist carrying a fat furry white cat, and started in on the receptionist, "I was here first. Why are you taking the dog back ahead of Petunia?"
"The dog is being boarded for the weekend. He isn't being seen by the vet today. Did you want to kennel your cat?"
"No, of course not. But the vet should still see Petunia before that dog goes back!"
"Petunia will see the vet before that dog is seen. The vet assistant will just take the dog back to crate it. He isn't seeing the vet."
Brad opened the door, and asked Todd to bring his dog to the back. Todd could still hear the woman's strident voice yelling at the receptionist.
He followed the big blond man down the hall through another door, and into a big room filled with animal crates.
"Okay, Todd, what exactly do you want us to do to your dog Chad?" Brad said turning and holding a clipboard with a form on it.
"Well, Chad needs a full exam, his shots, license and a chip," Todd answered.
"How old is he?"
"I guess about 18 months?" Todd was staring at Brad. The guy looked so familiar.
"Do you want him fixed?"
Chad whined.
"Nah. I was thinking of studding him," Todd said.
"Okay. We should run some sperm tests and blood work on him then too."
"Say are you Chad's brother Brad?"
"You know my bro Chad?"
"We are in the same class. You didn't have the beard and mustache last time I saw you," Todd explained.