Thread: Must Love Pets (Magno x Sketchyequine)

Thank you for your help, Dr Tucker. was all Ben managed to say after her final comments. He could not think yet about getting a new dog, he still had another three over at the farm, and they would be enough to keep the sheep safe. Rotties didn't always work with a herd and collies were just too small. But he'd find something. He guessed it was just his time. Gauss had been his father's dog, and once the owner was gone, he had just done his duties until he was no longer able. He left the sleepy dog in the room and filled in the papers, it really wasnt' that much of a deal. Euthanasia made him feel uneasy, but if the pain was large, it was probably the best. At least he would let a professional do it, he could not bring himself to the job. He went back into the room, collected Gauss, and carried him out in his arms, for the dog was still too sleepy to walk. It was getting late, and he still had to buy the painkillers, together with some useful stuff which he could only get in the city, and then head back home. It took him much longer than expected, because he did not know where to find the stores and people were just not concise in their explinations. They kept telling him to use the bloody gps or phone, but he only had an old brick-like phone with no internet access. Finally, when he had all that he required, he headed home. However, it was much later than he had expected, so he would probably have to make a stop somewhere to let Gauss sleep, and go back the next day. Outside of the city he found some cheap motel where he rented a room. It looked more like a place to stay after a night of partying rather than a calm place in which to rest, and they didn't allow pets. So Gauss had to stay in the truck, sleeping in the driver's seat, one of his favourite spots. Hopefully there wouldn't be animal leftovers the next day when he had to drive. There was a lot of music coming from a bar opposite to the motel, and the sound was quite welcoming. No techno crap, just country, enjoyable music, like what they would get back at home when there was some party going on. He normally wouldn't have gone there, but he was in need of a drink to forget the terrible day he had just gone through. He sat at a table, his hat covering most of his face, and ordered a double scotch. Most of the people there weren't even from the country, just sad city people looking for some kind of alternative entertainment, trying to fool each other into thinking that they were not who they actually were. Half of the cowboys there didn't even know what a real cow looked like. Ben could just tell. But then again, there was no way for the girls to know. And honestly, they probably didn't even care, as long as they had a good time. He almost laughed at some of their pathetic attempts to ride the mechanical bull. He was not going anywhere near that shit, fake like most of the stuff in that bar. He was a good rider himself, with real bulls. If you knew animals, you could predict their movements and hold on to them for as long as you wanted. Of course, a mechanical thing was different. It was just wrong. Slowly, the bar began to lose it's crowd, as people headed over to the motel or other places to do what they had come to do. Ben was on his third drink and even though he was not drunk yet, it was making him tired and tipsy, but at least he could now sleep easily. He was about to leave when he spotted a familiar face, over a drink and sitting on her own. It was the vet, although she did look much hotter than with her white coat on. A lot of questions popped into his mind. He had seen her come in with some friends, but he had not recognised her at first. It didn't look like she was having the best of nights, and out of pure instinct, he decided to talk to her. Dr Tucker? Can I get you a drink? He asked, as he moved over to where she was sitting, carrying his almost empty glass with him. For a moment the though of having mistaken her for someone else crossed his mind, but if that was the case, it was too late. He was just was too surprised to see her out there, on her own. After having met her at work, Ben didn't expect at all to find her at that kind of bar, so far away from the centre. I'm just surprised to see you here.