Waiting on the Vet

The man had a tiny, brat of a dog, which slipped under the chairs, got tangled in the leash and pooped on the linoleum. The clerk crawled on her knees to unhook the animal, which shot off into the room. Then armed with a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle, she scooped up the mess. The man, meanwhile, puffed uselessly after his dog. The dog?–ah, the dog!–after surveying the room, he headed for the floor near the drinking fountain where a basin sat beneath a sign, "Doggie Bowl, Please Fill"–and he peed in the water.

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