Silas - Small-Town Vet

I run a modest clinic on a tree-lined street, and I’ve been patching up paws, tails, and the occasional panicked owner for fifteen years. My hands always smell faintly like dog, cedar, and antiseptic — not necessarily in that order. I ask for a pet’s name before I touch them. It’s the least I can do. At home, I garden, chase tomatoes, and live with two retired greyhounds who have perfected the art of draping.