Scribble Vet Novels & Stories

For a moment, the hallway seemed to narrow around the word. Veterinarian. She was not a hunter, an elder or hidden wolf in some fortified compound. She was a vet. My hand tightened around the folder until the papers bent. I looked down at the scan again. Avery Hart a veterinary surgeon at Ravensmere Wildlife and Domestic Care. My eyes snagged on the license number, the clinic address, the date of registration. The details were painfully ordinary. The kind of thing I would have glanced over without interest in another life.

He was about to say something when the private doctor arrived. Brett said hurriedly, "This is the Eberhard family's private doctor, Dr. Jayce Slater. Lucy is pregnant, and the cat scratched her, doctor. Will it affect the twins in her belly?" Jayce responded, "The scratch isn't too deep. Also, it doesn't seem like the cat has rabies. All we have to do is give Ms. Everhart a rabies vaccine and make sure she goes to her routine check-up. It's not going to be a big issue."

— he said he went through gauze and alcohol, I watch Madeleine clean her muzzle wounds carefully and it hasn't moved — Then they know each other before — she said — Yes, Let's say we are friends — continued his task, he got up to take a bath and a mojo to continue what he did. Call the vet before entering — says Valentina, just notice that he agrees in response, but still healing him, she was really surprised by Sable's attitude, he never did that with Gabriela, he always stayed away from her, even if Alexter tried to assemble them — How did you know it was from Alexter? — I ask curious. — I don't know, his attitude, You will call me crazy, but this tender look that has — reminds me a lot, h

To my surprise, Sierra made good on her words. The next morning, my clinic received over a dozen new negative reviews. "Heartless vet! She killed my rabbit!" "She claimed she was selling me an imported premium kibble brand, but it turned out to be just some cheap dog food! Everyone, avoid this place!" "This clinic is terrible! They give pets expired medications!" "Avoid at all costs! It's confirmed that they abuse animals!" On Chatter, a social media platform, someone claiming to be a powerless owner had posted an article saying they had lost their beloved dog.

A departure from his usual noisy self, she was pleasantly surprised to find Chucky quietly obedient as the vet poked and prodded him on the examination table. It did not escape Annabelle's notice that the vet was acting peculiar. Similar to the lady at the reception counter, the vet’s fingers were trembling, his movements jerky and awkward. His head kept on bowing in reverence every time he touched Chucky, it appeared as if he either felt the highest level of respect to the dog or he feared Chucky. For Chucky's sake, Annabelle decided to ignore the weird sensation settling in her stomach. She needed to know the extent of Chucky's injuries.

Their clan and name are known to be one of the giants in the line of veterinary supplies. They own a company that operates the production of pet and animal supplies for grooming and veterinary meds. Most of the vet clinics today trust their brand as the leading supplier for animal petting products. Not to mention, Gregoris also do have their own well-known vet clinics with almost seventeen branches anywhere in the country, having been able to gain numerous positive feedbacks from their loyal clients all through these years.

He says. "Do you think that's necessary? We'll be home with him all day." I say and the vet nods. "He should be fine to go home then. Follow me." He says and we follow him back to the same room we were in before, Briar practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. I look down at her and grin, grateful to see that addictive joy back on her face. We round the corner and see Hank sitting next to a woman in scrubs as she types, resting his head on her lap. When he sees us, his ears perk up and he lets out an excited yip. He walks towards us, still clearly weak, but looking so much better than when we dropped him off.

He’s back to his old self <3 “Dr. Harris,” I say out loud and open a G****e search. Well, shit. The hot guy from the feed store is Dr. Jacob Harris, DVM...and according to this article, he’s the only equine vet in the area.