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“So we agree,it’s time to get Mr. Wigglestein neutered. Go ahead and make the appointment up front with Kate.” I pushed to my feet because I wasn’t going to spend one more minute discussing this with her.
It was ridiculous at this point.
The little horndog had the whole town in a fucking uproar, and everyone wanted to take it up with me. My phone was ringing off the hook, and the dog didn’t even belong to me.
“Well,” Mrs. Remington said as she stood and smiled down at the Don Juan of Cottonwood Cove. “Isn’t this a little barbaric? Maybe I should do a little more research.”
Really?
Your dog is the horniest fucking pug on the planet.
Remove his fucking testicles and call it a day.
“Mrs. Remington, there areWantedsigns hanging on posts downtown with a photo of Mr. Wigglestein’s face. You’ve had several opportunities to keep him contained, yet you continue to let him run free. The only responsible choice at this time is to neuter him.”
“You mean castrate him,” she huffed.
“I mean, stop him from impregnating all the female dogs in town.”
“Why don’t they get their dogs fixed?” She stormed toward the front office.
It always ended the same way. We’d have a nice therapy session about the situation, and then she’d get worked up on her way out the door and change her mind in the end.
“Most of the dogs that are currently carrying little Wigglesteins aren’t even of age to be fixed. You are allowing your dog to go to the dog park unleashed and mount every dog he comes into contact with. It has already been reported to animal control, and at some point, this is going to become a legal matter.” There, I said it. I’d threaten her ass to get her to just agree to make the appointment before someone put a hit out on the little dude. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow.
“I hope no one ever castrates you, Dr. Reynolds,” she snipped.
“Well, I hope they don’t either. But I’m not mounting non-consenting women in the park, am I?”
That didn’t sound right. It wasn’t like I was mounting consenting womenanywhere, but that was beside the point.
“Fine. But I wantyouto do it,” she said as she looked at me. “I will not allow anyone else to touch Mr. Wigglestein’s testicles.”
Who the fuck else would do it?
“Consider it done.”
I’d take a lot of pride in ending Casanova’s reign over all the bitches in Cottonwood Cove.
She made the appointment for next week, and I waved goodbye as Kate burst out in laughter once Mrs. Remington was out the door.
“The day in the life of a small-town animal doctor,” she said as the office phone rang.
“Anyone calling to discuss Mr. Wigglestein is not to get passed through to me. Tell them we have it under control. I need to go get Gracie in twenty minutes, so I’m heading out soon.”
“You got it,” she said as she answered the phone, and I started down the hall. “Oh, let me check with him.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose because I hadn’t even made it the ten feet to my office, and I wasn’t in the mood for anything more today.
“Hey, Doc!” she shouted.
“I’m already gone,” I grumped.
“It’s Presley Duncan, and she sounds upset.”
“I’ll take it in my office.” I sat down and picked up the phone. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. Of course.” Her voice quaked. “I, um, I hate to do this, but I need a favor.”
