“How much longer do we have to wait?” Fleegle asks.

I put the out of date magazine back on the waiting room table. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t like waiting. What are we waiting for anyway? Why are we even here? Where’s my ball?”

“We’re waiting for your vet to listen to your heart and tickle your ribs.”

“I like tickle games,” he says. “Does your vet tickle your ribs?”

“My vet isn’t nearly as fun as your.”

“No biscuits, either, huh?”

“Nope.”

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