Lady & *Vet*

The lady quickly parked her van and lugged the carrying-crate out of it. She carried the crate into the Vet building and spoke urgently to one of the vets. They seemed a bit skeptic, but they brought the crate over to a table, and with the lady's help, placed Flurry onto the table. The vet took out a syringe and filled it with a potent drug, then injected it into Flurry's leg. This should help her have the last pup. If this didn't work, the last alternative would be surgery.

Flurry

Flurry panted but a few minutes after the potent drug was injected she felt the pup come. It came out head first like the others and Flurry quickly turned biteing th birth sac of. She licked this one fully clean since it was the last one. She didnt like being on the table. She grabbed the pup and layed it by her side. She would have rested but was nervous for she was in a strange place. She whimpers to the lady wanting to go home.

Lady & *Vet*

The lady spoke in a very excited voice, but still a soft one. She knew Flurry must be stressed, and a loud voice would only stress her and frighten the pup. She was just about to pat Flurry head and congratulate her when the vet said something. The lady turned to him with a start and her face showed a look between surprise and anger. After speaking in a low, heated voice, the lady turned a cold shoulder to the vet and carefully put Flurry and her pup back in the crate and hauled it to the van and drove off. The vet, in the mean time, made some phone calls.