by Caroline Tigeress

Created on: February 13, 2009

Molly Thompson and the case of the vanished veterinarian

On one beautiful spring morning, I had absolutely nothing else to do, so I decided that I was going to stay in bed until at least nine o' clock. Mister Moose, my dog was asleep at the foot in my bed, as was his habit. It kept my toes nice and warm. Three of the five kitties were also on the bed, it was their habit to snooze with me as well, making a soft bed.

Mister Moose must have been having a nice doggie dream as he was twitching and his paws were dancing merrily. It was a pretty funny thing to watch, until he rolled over sharply and fell off the bed! THUNK!

"Rooolf!" he cried!

"Moosekins!" I screamed. My poor dear friend had chipped his tooth! I threw off the comforter, spewing kitties everywhere and sank to the floor.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Roooooolf!" he replied.

"Mew, mew, mew." Said the kitties. They apparently didn't take a liking to being tossed upon the floor.

"Hang right on, old friend, and I'll take you to the veterinarian!" I said, quickly pulling clothes on.
Within a few minutes, I had put Mister Moose in a wagon, and hitched the wagon to my bike. I called my mom at work, and she told me to go straight to the vet's office, and that she would meet me there. I grabbed Mister Moose's tooth, and wrapped it up in a bit of cloth, packed in ice. I had found it on the floor, where a kitty was considering batting it around for a lack of something better to do.

Every time we stopped a light and had to wait a particularly long time, Mister Moose was let out a long, "Roooooolf" My dear friend was a wonderful companion, but an absolute wimp when it came to pain. Within fifteen minutes, we had pulled up to the veterinarian's office. Curiously enough, also there was a police car. My brother Theo, who was an police officer was interviewing a young woman. Mister Moose howled yet again.

"Roooooolf!"

Quickly I my bike, Mister Moose in tow. As I went to enter the office the young woman told me:

"I'm sorry, but we are closed."

"Mister Moose has chipped his tooth, and we MUST see the doctor."

"I'm sorry," she said again, "but the doctor is not in."

"Not in? Then where is he? I was getting panicked. Theo was gesturing me to calm down.

"That's why I called the police. He's gone missing!" She said, almost in tears.

"Missing! Not while my dog has a chipped tooth he doesn't! Where did you see him last?" I asked.

"Well he was in his office, and he was saying something about such a nice day and not having any bookings in the morning."

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