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Author: J.M. Benjamin
the last few minutes to take his thoughts away from Baby. He sat at the kitchen table gazing out of the window. He wondered where Baby could be. He didnât know where to begin to possibly find her, but he intended to search high and low, leaving no stone unturned.
Just then, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts again. When he saw the name flash across the screen, he hoped he didnât have to wonder any longer.
Chapter Four
âYou gots to be freakinâ kidding me!â Forty-four-year-old Dr. Peter Jacksonâs eyes shot open. His sleep was broken by the thunderous sound of cages rattling and loud barking on the other side of his bedroom door. He looked over at the alarm clock. It was just a little after two a.m. He flung the warm down comforter off of his body with irritation and climbed out of bed. He was used to being awakened in the middle of the night, all hours of the night for that matter, and was fine with that. He knew it came with the job. But he had just managed to fall asleep nearly an hour ago, after delivering six Labrador retrievers during a C-section, and was not in the mood to be dealing with another cranky animal.
He slipped into his bedroom slippers and sluggishly made his way to his room door. Seconds later, he was feet away from the door to his place of business. Having his workplace intertwined with his residence was like a gift and a curse for Dr. Jackson. This had been the story of his life for the past ten years of being in private practice. He was thankful to the Army for his degree and profession. He was also fortunate to have received an honorable discharge after shattering his pelvis from the impact of a pipe bomb during a terrorist attack in Iraq, versus being shipped home in a body bag. The whole experience left a bad taste in his mouth and deterred him from pursuing the medical field for human life. He didnât believe he had the stomach for it. He still felt obligated to use his God-given talent to help save lives. Thatâs when he came up with the idea of becoming a veterinarian. Since then he had dedicated his life to catering to animals. He came to find that animals could be just as much of a handful as humans when sick or in pain. There were times when heâd have to spend seventy-two hours dealing with an animal under observation. During those long, tiring days, one of the perks was the fact that he didnât have far to travel to get home. But it was times like this, when his patients were riled up or simply being difficult, when he wished the two places were separate.
The closer he got to the door, the louder the barking and cage rattling became. Dr. Jackson shook his head and grimaced as he entered the room.
âOkay! Okay! Iâm here!â he announced as he flicked the office light switch on. âWhatâs all the fuss about?â he added as he made his way over to one kennel in particular.
âWhatâs the matter, boy? Huh?â He directed his words to a white spotted terrier, who seemed to be making the most noise out of all the animals. Although he was used to it, he was a little surprised by the terrierâs behavior. Since he had found him on the side of Interstate 85 with a broken leg and fractured ribs three weeks ago, just outside of Richmond, all he did was bark and whine the first two weeks. But for the past week he had been pretty quiet like the others. He had been nursing him back to health ever since. He watched as the terrier spun around in circles and continued to let out his high-pitched barks.
A sedative ought to do the trick, thought Dr. Jackson. âDonât worry, I got something for you,â he assured the terrier. He stuck his hand through the top of the kennel and massaged behind his left ear. Normally that would do the trick, but the terrier kept barking. He had been so engrossed with the terrier that he hadnât noticed that, aside from the barking dogs, he was not alone.
A sudden voice
Just then, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts again. When he saw the name flash across the screen, he hoped he didnât have to wonder any longer.
Chapter Four
âYou gots to be freakinâ kidding me!â Forty-four-year-old Dr. Peter Jacksonâs eyes shot open. His sleep was broken by the thunderous sound of cages rattling and loud barking on the other side of his bedroom door. He looked over at the alarm clock. It was just a little after two a.m. He flung the warm down comforter off of his body with irritation and climbed out of bed. He was used to being awakened in the middle of the night, all hours of the night for that matter, and was fine with that. He knew it came with the job. But he had just managed to fall asleep nearly an hour ago, after delivering six Labrador retrievers during a C-section, and was not in the mood to be dealing with another cranky animal.
He slipped into his bedroom slippers and sluggishly made his way to his room door. Seconds later, he was feet away from the door to his place of business. Having his workplace intertwined with his residence was like a gift and a curse for Dr. Jackson. This had been the story of his life for the past ten years of being in private practice. He was thankful to the Army for his degree and profession. He was also fortunate to have received an honorable discharge after shattering his pelvis from the impact of a pipe bomb during a terrorist attack in Iraq, versus being shipped home in a body bag. The whole experience left a bad taste in his mouth and deterred him from pursuing the medical field for human life. He didnât believe he had the stomach for it. He still felt obligated to use his God-given talent to help save lives. Thatâs when he came up with the idea of becoming a veterinarian. Since then he had dedicated his life to catering to animals. He came to find that animals could be just as much of a handful as humans when sick or in pain. There were times when heâd have to spend seventy-two hours dealing with an animal under observation. During those long, tiring days, one of the perks was the fact that he didnât have far to travel to get home. But it was times like this, when his patients were riled up or simply being difficult, when he wished the two places were separate.
The closer he got to the door, the louder the barking and cage rattling became. Dr. Jackson shook his head and grimaced as he entered the room.
âOkay! Okay! Iâm here!â he announced as he flicked the office light switch on. âWhatâs all the fuss about?â he added as he made his way over to one kennel in particular.
âWhatâs the matter, boy? Huh?â He directed his words to a white spotted terrier, who seemed to be making the most noise out of all the animals. Although he was used to it, he was a little surprised by the terrierâs behavior. Since he had found him on the side of Interstate 85 with a broken leg and fractured ribs three weeks ago, just outside of Richmond, all he did was bark and whine the first two weeks. But for the past week he had been pretty quiet like the others. He had been nursing him back to health ever since. He watched as the terrier spun around in circles and continued to let out his high-pitched barks.
A sedative ought to do the trick, thought Dr. Jackson. âDonât worry, I got something for you,â he assured the terrier. He stuck his hand through the top of the kennel and massaged behind his left ear. Normally that would do the trick, but the terrier kept barking. He had been so engrossed with the terrier that he hadnât noticed that, aside from the barking dogs, he was not alone.
A sudden voice
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