Lucky Dog by Shawna JeanneThe digital clock on the microwave in the tiny break room flashed 12:00, but according to Dr. Elsie Clevenger’s watch, it was only quarter to midnight. She placed a hand against the coffee maker carafe and sighed.
“Seriously?” she muttered to no one in particular. The glass was stone cold.
She had at least two more hours of her shift at River City Animal Hospital to go, and then only if there were no last minute emergencies to come bursting through the doors at two in the morning. She’d been on her feet since six, running on bland coffee and a half-eaten Lean Cuisine frozen entree she’d had to toss when a Great Dane came in suffering from congestive heart failure.
Now that the hospital had quieted down a little, she was hesitant to heat up another meal and try
