It said that instead of the free-for-all clinic (not how the signs phrased it) on Saturdays, dog owners who would like to request JJ’s services should call the office and set up a private appointment for any day except Sunday or Wednesday. Wednesday was going to be JJ’s day off, I guessed, and maybe since Dad wasn’t here on Sunday, he didn’t want to risk something happening. I couldn’t wait for the first time someone came in with a dog on Sunday and JJ had to turn them away; I wondered if he’d have the balls. He was Lord of the Dogs, maybe, but would he send the people packing, especially if they brought their delinquent dogs with them? It didn’t take long for me to find out what would happen if someone came in without an appointment on a day Dad was in the store. Before lunch that same day, there was this fortyish guy in ratty jeans and a sleeveless once-white undershirt, tattoos on both arms, dirty and thinning hair pulled into a messy ponytail, stubble on his jaw, who came in practically dragging this German shepherd by a chain attached to a body harness, a muzzle around its snout.
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