Picking up Shooter

Max parked his truck and got out. He walked in and went to the front. He told them that he had to pick up Shotter and explained to them

A vet left the swinging doors carrying Shooter. "He's drugged so I'd lock him in a room when you get him home so he can finish healing," he said. He was trying to tell Max not to let kids bother to sore and drugged up dog. Shooter was asleep.

He nodded. "okay. He has a bed in the guest room." he said. He took Shooter from the vet. "Thank you." he said. He carried Shotter to the truck and gently laid him down on a blanket in the bed of the truck. He went to the driver's side and got in the truck. He started the truck and backed it out. He headed home