Chapter 78
By seven-thirty on Monday morning, Harper had already spilled coffee on her shirt, stepped in dog poop, and been personally insulted by a Chihuahua.
She considered all three events a sign from the universe.
Unfortunately, she had never been particularly good at listening to signs.
She stood behind the reception desk at Sage's veterinary clinic, staring down at the brown stain spreading across the front of her pale blue blouse.
"Perfect," she groaned, grabbing a handful of tissues. "Absolutely perfect. Nothing says competent veterinary assistant like arriving at work dressed as a human coffee filter."
The Chihuahua sitting in front of her barked.
Harper looked down and glared at it
"You have contributed nothing useful to this conversation, Pickles."
The dog's owner laug
