awkwardly, like a first-time parent pickingup their new-born, and carry her like I would a baby, albeit a skinny one with very long legs, to the car, where I place her on the back seat with my coat across her. I turn the heating up and drive into Talyton.
The lights are on at Otter House. I rush inside, and ring the bell, bringing Maz, one of the vets, into reception. Sheâs in her late thirties, tall and naturally slim.
âHi,â she says, tying her pale blonde hair back with what looks like one of the postmanâs elastic bands. âI wasnât expecting anyone else at this time of night . . . How can I help?â
Iâm Zara. Iâm sorry, I should have called ahead, but I came across this dog and I didnât know what to do.â
Maz smiles. âSlow down and start again from the beginning.â
âI was driving back from Talymouth when I found her tied to a tree. Sheâs in the car.â
âWhy donât you bring her straight in?â
âActually, I wondered if you could come and get her. I was bitten by a dog when I was a kid.â Iâm annoyed with myself for wimping out, but Iâm feeling a bit wobbly now.
âIâll grab a muzzle just in case. Does she seem friendly?â
âShe didnât try to bite me. Sheâs sick, I think.â
âOh, she is, the poor thing,â Maz says, when I open the car door for her. âLetâs get you indoors.â She carries the dog into the practice, where she rings the bell, summoning Izzy, the head nurse. Iâve met Izzy several times before at Greenwood Farm and Talytonâs annualCountry Show â her husband is a sheep farmer and one of Murrayâs cousins. Sheâs over forty, but looks younger with her cropped hair and freckles.
âCome through,â Maz says. âI expect youâd like to see how the dog gets on.â
âIâm not sure,â I begin, but I go along with them anyway, not wanting the dog to think Iâve abandoned her in the same way that her owner has.
âIzzy, set up some warm IV fluids and a heat pad. Oh, and I could do with a stethoscope. I canât find mine.â
âYou really should get one surgically implanted,â Izzy grumbles lightly as she marches ahead into what appears to be the animal version of a hospital prep room, complete with table and sink. It smells like a doctorâs surgery â of scrub and surgical spirit. âThere it is, hanging from the hook where you left it.â
I smile to myself. I donât know what doctors and vets would do without us.
Soon Frosty, as I call her, is lying on the bench on a drip and with a blanket wrapped around her.
âWhere did you say you found her?â Maz asks. âThis is a welfare case â the owner should be prosecuted for neglect.â
âIf I had my way, Iâd lock them up and throw away the key. Or worse,â Izzy adds darkly. âThereâs no excuse for treating any animal in this way. Itâs appalling. Not only is she completely emaciated, she could have frozen to death. She would have, if you hadnât found her.â
âI donât recognise her. She isnât one of ours,â Mazobserves. âIâll get Jack Miller in tomorrow morning. For now, weâll take some pictures and get a weight for her.â
At the mention of weight, I smile wryly to myself. The dog could really do with the extra pounds Iâve put on this past couple of weeks.
âShe canât have been fed properly for a while,â Izzy says.
âWeâll get some food into her when sheâs warmed up,â Maz says. âSome of that new convalescent diet would suit her.â
âI donât understand how a human being can do this to an animal â and I donât even like dogs.â Aware of Izzyâs sharp intake of breath, I soften my opinion. âWhat I mean is, Iâm not mad about dogs.â I pause, gazing
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