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© Jo Hardy and Caro Handley 2016
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Contents
Chapter One: Mickey and the Miracle
Chapter Two: Hedgehogs, Doves and a Very Cross Pheasant
Chapter Five: First-time Surgery
Chapter Seven: People and their Pets
Chapter Nine: On the Side of the Animals
Chapter Eleven: The Thank-you Chicken
Chapter Twelve: Margaret the Pig
Chapter Thirteen: A Better Future
Chapter Fourteen: Just Like Us
Chapter Fifteen: The Trouble with Cats
Chapter Sixteen: A Cheeky Chicken, a Daft Duck and Piles of Puppies
Chapter Eighteen: Wedding Plans and Lucy’s Surprise
CHAPTER ONE
‘There’s something wrong with Mickey. Can you help?’
The elderly couple standing in front of me were visibly upset. She had tears in her eyes, and his lower jaw was trembling.
‘He’s off his food. He’s normally so full of life, but for the last couple of days he’s been so quiet. And this morning he was sick and there was … blood,’ they told me.
I looked at the small brown-and-white mutt sitting on the examining table, looking up at me solemnly with big, trusting brown eyes.
‘Hello, Mickey,’ I said. ‘What’s up with you then?’
He was a mixed-breed terrier; there was probably a bit of Westie and a bit of Yorkie mixed in with some Cairn in his background. His eyes peered out through a fringe of white hair and his small silky ears flopped over at a perky angle.
I looked at his worried owners. ‘Let me take a look at him while you tell me a bit more about what’s been going
