We’d just successfully saved a dog after he’d been hit by a tractor. He was now missing his tail, one ear, and his left front leg, but he’d make a full recovery after some downtime.
“The owner is so happy,” she said as she stared at the pitiful boy.
“Wonder what the hell that owner was thinking,” I shook my head.
“He saved his life,” Holly ran her fingers over the dog’s silky fur.
At least, the fur that wasn’t singed.
The owner had been out in the barn working on his farming equipment. He’d started something up and hadn’t been paying attention to where his dog was when all of a sudden he heard a yelp.
The dog’s collar had gotten caught up in some moving parts underneath the tractor. From there, it’d gotten an ear and one of his paws before the farmer could react.
The poor guy had to amputate his own dog’s leg.
“Animals are more trouble than they’re worth sometimes,” I mused.
She snorted. “From what I hear, you have quite a few starting to show up at your place.”
I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“What are you up to now? Two cats and a couple of goats?”
“All rescues,” I admitted. “I don’t even know where she’s finding them.”
“Me neither.” Holly cackled. “But she calls me to get me to check them out so she doesn’t have to call you.”
“She knows that I’d say no.”
“I don’t have that problem.”
She walked away after one last finger along the dog’s lone ear.
Speaking of my wife, I pulled my phone out and called her up.
“Hey,” I said the moment she answered. “What are you doing?”
“Lunch with Ida Bell, your grandmother, and my sister,” she answered. “Want me to bring you something?”
I thought about it, then decided against it.
It was too close to when I was needing to be in surgery.
“Nah,” I said. “I’ll grab a protein bar out of my office desk.”
“I left you leftovers in the fridge,” she suggested. “Chicken tacos from last night.”
I frowned. “Did you come by and I didn’t see you?”
“You were with that dog,” she said. “And I talked to the farmer. He was heartbroken.”
“The dog made it,” I said. “Probably have PTSD when it gets around farm equipment, though.”
“Gonna be trouble when the dog lives on a farm.”
True.
“What’s everyone have to say?”
