D E Larsen DVM
It was the end of a busy afternoon and I leaned into the reception desk to check on what remained of the day.
“I’m beat. How close to being done are we?” I asked.
“You poor man,” replied Sandy, my wife. She seldom gave me any sympathy. “Your last appointment is in the exam room. It is just a nail trim on a cat. You should be able to handle it…