It was father's turn to work today.   He was busy in the morning, treating mostly happy pets.  The only sick one was a puppy with a case of the hiccups.  His parents were really pleased to find out that he wasn't having fits like they thought.
All day today I got the sense that something was happening outside our clinic; on the side right behind our apartment.  For the past week it sounded as if there was a storm going on, with all the rumbling and cracking noises.  More recently it's been banging.  Not a common banging like someone who wants to come in a door, but a repeated banging like nothing I've ever heard before.  Now I think it must be some kind of large animal in a cage.  I hear low grumbling that must be it's stomach talking, and scratching sounds like it's trying to get out.  It doesn't sound like a dog, in fact it doesn't sound like any animal I've ever heard before.  Father goes over there several times a day to check on it, and always comes back smelling like dust and hot dirt.
I know that my parents want our clinic to get busier but I really don't think treating large, unruly animals is the best way.
I am really afraid that it's going to come right through the wall any day now.  Well, as long as it doesn't want to eat small cute dogs, I should be ok.  Even still, I can run faster than Bea and have a lot less meat on my bones so I'm not worried.  Too bad for Bea.