You work in a well-established vet clinic in LA, and you love your life even if being a vet is hard sometimes.

One day, a- let's face it good-looking man walks in: dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, sharp, handsome features, and clearly has been to the gym a lot. He is holding a sweet little sandy/light brown dog, looking like a mix of Terrier and Labrador. You can't really tell, though. The little dog is in his arms, holding up its paw and whining a lot

He looks at you with a saddened expression.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but do you guys have any time to maybe help out my little buddy here?"