“Todd asked, bursting into the consulting room from his office just as Cass’s final patient, a three-legged German shepherd, left with his diminutive owner. “Bye, Mrs. Carlisle, and don’t worry, Butch is going to be fine,” she called, before turning to her boss with a smile. “I thought dogs were supposed to look like their owners. Anyway, what do you mean? Going where?” “Kirby sale, tomorrow. You were going to ask Jake Munro for a lift, remember? Got cold feet, eh?” Cass shrugged.... “No, actually. To be honest, I couldn’t handle the thought of spending all that time in his company—even if he’d said yes, which would have been highly unlikely. I might go myself, though.” “Good idea. If you really are serious about doing more equestrian work, then the more you experience the better. Horse owners want their vets to be knowledgeable.” “I am serious about it,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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