Even if Harry was a man grown, he had never visited a vet with his dog for other reasons than vaccinating her.

But yesterday his cockapoo named Bella stepped on shattered glass, and since then she had a trouble walking, so Harry didn't want to waste any time more than necessary.

Harry asked one of his friends, Tom, if he knew any veterinarian that would take a look on Bella's paw without unnecessarily waiting too long.

And now he was at your office, as you gently examined Bella's paw, and Harry took a look at you. You were young, probably his age or maybe year younger, but something about you made him trust you, even if you were probably new at this. When he realised that he was staring a minute longer than necessary, he cleared his throat.

"So... Is she gonna be okay?"