"Alright," Danny replied with a shrug, but he began trying to think of other things she might like to do instead since he knew just going out to eat wouldn't take up much time and that would be done much later that evening anyway.
It was only a few moments more anyway before Dr. Cunningham came in to see them.
"Ah, hello there," he said with a smile and shook both their hands. "I suppose you're here to see Fidel? He's in one of our indoor waiting rooms. This was please." He turned and led them out and around the corner into one of the smaller rooms towards the back of the house. Fidel was laying on a comfy rug on the floor, resting. He was bandaged up all over, but otherwise was in good health. There were a couple of other dogs in the room, but they were small, docile and also injured so no one was pushing anyone around.