Omega Mate’s
Soft music was in the emergency room, but not enough to make it a disco.
This wolf was wiggling like he was dancing to some primary beat.
He started taping his front feet, too, till the elderly woman walked to the wolf with her folder and smacked the head of the wolf.
“Cosmo, don’t you have to be somewhere, you goofball?”
His ears went from low in the dumps from her hit to straight up after she told him what to do and out the door.
He went running only to hit the glass door hard.
It shook the door, and he flopped to the floor.
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