The vet was tall and skinny, with thin black hair pulled in a ponytail. She brought Jack to a big room with E.R. printed above it.
She examined Jack's leg. "It looks like we have to amputate your dog's leg." She said. "We'll have to take him to a better veterinarian. By the way, I'm Dr. Brown."
Dr. Brown took some thick white tape from a drawer and set it on the table. She then grappled a wet cloth and quickly cleaned off Jack's wound. The doctor wrapped the white tape around Jack's leg, after putting a thin layer of bandages on.
Dr. Brown grabbed a pen and quickly wrote out an address. She handed it to me. "I'll call the vet to let them know you're coming. It's about fifteen minutes from here," the doctor said.
I picked up Jack carefully and took him to the truck.
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A Dog Named Jack
Short StoryThis is a story about a dog who was injured by another dog. The surgery is expensive. How will the owner manage? What lengths will she go to to help her dog, Jack?
