Ann Roth - Montana Vet

“Has she had any water or eaten anything since you took her in?” Seth asked.

“Water and a little food last night, and again about an hour ago.” Emily had slipped a long-handled spatula through the food gate to deliver this morning’s nourishment. “Her belly is distended, and I know that feeding her too much, too quickly, could cause her intestines to twist.”

“Right.” Seth looked impressed. “Is your friend who bathes the dogs coming in this week?”

Emily shook her head. “I’ll be doing the job myself, after you check her over.”

In the small quarantine hut, Seth looked even bigger. He donned the lab coat, probably to protect his clothing. As they approached the animal, she scrambled to the back corner of the cage, growling and baring her teeth. Emily hated that the dog was afraid. No, she wasn’t just afraid, she was terrified. Her thick coat was matted, with an ugly bald patch on one side. It hurt to look at her.

“Stay back here,” Seth ordered under his breath.

Emily nodded and he slowly neared the cage, with his eyes lowered and his body turned sideways to minimize any perceived threat to the animal.

“Hey, there, girl,” he murmured in a deep, friendly voice that flowed over Emily and took all her worries away. The man could make a fortune using that voice as a relaxation specialist.

When the dog continued to growl and bare her teeth, Seth froze, but continued to speak softly and without any trace of fear. Long minutes later, the growling stopped and the dog dropped her threatening stance. Seth carefully extended his arm so that his hand almost touched the cage, with his knuckles facing the canine. All the while, he continued to talk to her. After a long time, she inched closer and sniffed him through the wire.

When that seemed to go well, Seth calmly extracted a dog biscuit from his lab coat pocket and dropped it through the bars. The hungry female snatched the treat and inhaled it.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

Oh, that voice. As seductive and rich as dark chocolate, it washed over Emily. The dog wasn’t nearly as enamored, but she did seem less wary.

“You’re really good with her,” Emily said in a low voice that wouldn’t upset the animal. “Do you want to muzzle her during the exam?”

“I think I’d better.”

Emily pulled the device from a shelf against the wall and handed it to Seth. After donning protective gloves, he unlatched the cage door. Before the canine knew what he was up to, he’d slipped the muzzle over her mouth and fastened the straps. She didn’t like that at all, but Seth continued to speak in a reassuring voice. When she calmed a little, he brought her out.

Emily was impressed. She slipped into the smock she kept on a hook, and pulled on rubber gloves. While Seth examined the dog and administered the needed vaccines, she cleaned the cage, replaced the dirty bedding and filled the bowl with fresh water.

Then she joined Seth at the exam table.

“She’s malnourished, but seems to be in reasonably good health, considering. It’s obvious that she’s had pups, but I’m not sure if she’s been spayed. Can you hold her while I shave her belly and check for a scar?”

Emily nodded. She held tightly to the dog while Seth did what he needed to. The poor thing was shivering with fear.

All the while, Seth spoke reassuringly. “You’ve been spayed and that’s real good. Emily, keep hold of her while I can check her teeth and gums.”

While Emily continued to restrain the animal, Seth removed the muzzle. “We won’t get the test results until Monday or Tuesday,” he said as he worked. “Meanwhile, I want you to give her an antiparasitic medication for the mange. I have enough for two doses with me, and a sample vial of a flea shampoo that will help with her secondary skin infection. You’ll need more of both. When we finish here, tell me which pharmacy you use and I’ll phone in the prescriptions.”

“How long should I keep her in quarantine?” Emily asked.

“Mange can be contagious, so keep her away from the others until it clears up. That could take a while. Hold tight to her a little longer.”

He rifled through his medical bag until he found what he was looking for. “Hide this pill in some wet dog food, and it should go down easy. Let’s get her bathed.”

“That’s not part of your job description,” Emily said. “Besides, I’m a pro. I’ve been bathing dogs for ages.”

“I don’t doubt that, but this one has a lot of fur and she’s frightened. I’ll give you a hand, just this once.”

Grateful for the help, Emily accepted the offer. “Are you sure you have time?”

Seth checked his watch. “I do if we get the job done in under twenty minutes. Where do you want to do this?”

“It’s nice today. How about outside.”

Seth nodded and glanced around the little hut. “Is that a dog tub in the corner?”

“It is.”

After adding shampoo, a sponge and several towels to the heavy tub, Emily dragged it toward the door. Seth refastened the muzzle on the dog, slipped a leash around her neck and followed.

This morning, autumn seemed months away. Birds chirped happily and the air was warm. Squinting against the light, Emily zipped up her smock.

The dog fought her bath with everything she had, and despite the protective smock, Emily was soon soaked through. Ten minutes later, the animal was shampooed and rinsed, toweled dry and back in her clean cage.

Emily removed the useless smock. Even her head was wet. Seth’s, too. His short, dark brown hair looked almost black, and drops of water glistened like crystals. When he removed his sodden lab coat, she saw that he was every bit as wet as she was.

“We both look like drowned rats,” she said, laughing.

Shaking his head and chuckling, he grabbed two towels from the dwindling stack on the shelf and tossed one to her.

Watching him towel off, even fully clothed, was mesmerizing. His wet shirt clung to his flat belly, and the muscles in his arms flexed while he rubbed the water from his hair. He caught her gaping at him. His eyes warmed and a smile hovered around his mouth.

Her face hot, Emily put the bath supplies away. Seth hunkered down in front of the dog’s cage, where the newcomer was devouring half a bowl of food with the pill embedded.

“Feeling better, huh, girl?” he asked, when she finished the meal.

The dog angled her head at Seth, then, to Emily’s amazement, licked his hand.

After spending less than an hour with him, some of it in a bath, no less, she’d decided to trust him.

Emily was impressed, and if she were honest with herself, just as smitten. Clearly, Seth understood and liked dogs, which elevated him ten notches on her admiration scale. She could so develop a crush on this man—if she was in the market. Which she wasn’t.

“What kind of dog do you have, Seth?” she asked.

“None right now. A couple months before I moved back here, Rollie, my black lab, died of old age.”

“Why don’t you get another one?” she asked, stuffing her smock and the wet towels into a plastic bag to be laundered. “Would you like me to wash your lab coat?”

“No, thanks. I’ll get a new dog when life settles down and I have time.” He put the muzzle away. “At the moment, my hands are full—both with getting the business going and with Taylor.” A pained expression crossed his face.

“Is everything okay?” Emily asked.

“I wouldn’t know.” He balled up his wet lab coat. “She only speaks to me when she has to, and then it’s one or two words. This morning, she almost bit my head off. She wanted to come with me, but I made her go to school instead. Now I’m regretting that. This would’ve been just as educational.”