Clara was inside the clinic, trying to stay dry while bathing a large Golden Retriever. The dog shook himself. She laughed, trying in vain to protect herself with the towel she used to dry him. When she finished, she was covered in fur and smelled like a washed dog. She tried to remove the fur from her hair when her colleague who was working at the counter appeared at the door, saying that her boyfriend had arrived. She smiled, throwing the towel she used on the dog over her shoulder and walked out the door. She could see you just behind the counter, playing with the dog of a client who was waiting to be seen.

"I could use some help with all that energy."

She said laughing as she approached him from behind.