He yanked the door open and secured the pup on the passenger seat. The engine roared to life, tires kicking up dust as he peeled onto the road. After what felt like an eternity, the glowing sign of Monroe Veterinary Clinic appeared in the distance. He barely slowed as he swung into the lot, slamming the car into park before bolting out the door, the puppy cradled tightly in his arms.
Daniel nearly stumbled through the clinic’s doors, the bell above him ringing loudly. “I need help,” he gasped, hurrying toward the counter. The receptionist’s eyes widened at the sight of the bundle in his arms before she turned and called for Dr. Monroe.