The doctor stops in front of a door with a small sign on it. I look up at the sign but don’t bother to read what it says. Feeling nervous and confused I look up at the doctor’s face, waiting for him to give me some kind of a signal of what’s to come. He opens the door and steps inside. He gives me a quick look when he notices that I haven’t followed him “Come here, boy” The room reeks of the smell of different chemicals. The walls are filled with cabinets and shelves with different bottles and containers. There’s also a couple of work benches. It smells awful and I don’t feel like going in there. But a yank from the doctor’s leash forces me into the room. It’s pretty large white room with green tile floor. A slightly overweight man in a lab coat approaches me and the doctor. “That’s a fine specimen… he’s going to be your new stud?” the man says, seemingly bored. I feel uncertain if it was supposed taken as a joke or not. I feel the doctor pat my shoulder. “No, of course not” The doctor chuckles. “Or at least, he’s not going to become a stud at my kennel, since we’re not allowed to bring the dogs home. A pity really… he would be a great addition to my kennel I think”
“Well… what do you need?” The man asks, seemingly tired of talking small talk. “Well, my ‘little’ dog here needs some boots as his paws are not fully changed yet”
“Awww does his little paws huuurt? Well that’s a pity. I’ll come right back with the boots in just a moment” I don’t like the mocking tone in the man’s voice and stares right at the man and let out a soft growl just to make him understand my opinion about him. The man ignores me and starts walking away to a door behind him. Suddenly a woman gets up from behind one of the workbenches and closes a cabinet that’s underneath the workbench. She seems to be reading the label of a bottle. Her hair is dark blond and formed into a pony tail. She is pretty thin and wears a lab coat and thick glasses. She looks up at the doctor and smiles. “Hallo” She says then she looks at me. “God what a cute doggy! I just adore Irish wolfhounds! Can I pet him?”
“Um… I guess, but do it on your own risk” The woman smiles even more. “But first I should give you some water, you must be pretty thirsty” She walks and opens another cabinet and pulls out a iron bowl. She walks over to one of the sinks on the workbenches and I can’t help noticing that she pours some of the bottle’s contents into the bowl before she pours water in it. She puts down the bowl in front of me. “There you go!”
“Drink boy, drink” The doctor commands.