Chapter 4Arnie carried a laundry basket full of puppies into O’Connor Veterinary Services, followed by Mama, who was sporting the new purple collar and leash he’d picked up that morning at the pet store.
He was greeted with a chorus of ohs and ahs as he walked up to the counter as the pet owners of the dogs and cats waiting to be seen by the vet saw and heard what he was carrying.
“How many are there?” a woman with a shih tzu on her lap asked.
“Eleven,” Arnie replied.
“Oh, my!” another woman with a cat carrier exclaimed.
“May I help you?” a pretty, young woman behind the counter asked as she approached. Then, upon seeing the basket, she said, “Oh, you must be Mr. Whitehall, and these are the puppies you rescued.”
There was another murmuring of approval from the waiting room.
“Uh-huh
