Water, water everywhere but not a fish alive
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Mr. Campbell had been bringing his little Yorkshire terrier into the clinic ever since I had opened for business a couple of years prior. This Saturday, he came through the door empty-handed, or so it appeared.
“Where is Wolf today?” I asked.
“He is home,” Mr. Campbell said. “I have another problem I wanted to talk to you about.”
“You picked a good day. It looks like I have an empty schedule for the rest of the morning.”
Mr. Campbell laid a rolled-up paper towel on the counter.
“I was hoping you could do an autopsy on this little guy for me,” he said.
I carefully unfold...
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