obediently. “We always do a complete physical before releasing a dog to civilian life, but it’s entirely possible the loss came later.” He lifted the dog’s lips, checking gum color. “Scar tissue can do more damage than the initial injury.”
Satisfied with what he saw in the dog’s mouth, he examined Thor’s ears next.
“So what now?”
“Damn. I wish I were back on base with all my instruments.”
“Do you need me to make a call? My brother’s wife has a friend who’s a vet, and she could bring her truck over.”
“No. That’s okay.” He moved Thor’s head so he could peer into the left side ear. “I can’t see any obvious obstruction. I’m betting scar tissue.”
He held the dog’s head again, lifting an index finger and seeing if Thor tracked his progress, similar to what a human doctor would do. His hands had stopped shaking. He had gone into full-on doctor mode.
“Looks good. I was thinking some kind of lingering pain might be causing his lack of appetite, but that’s not it. He’s unresponsive to pressure test, and his teeth look good, so no abscess in the mouth.”
He moved in closer to the dog, sat down next to him, stroking his head. Thor did something she’d never seen before then; he placed his head in the man’s lap. She saw Ethan freeze, and then his expression changed. His face softened as he silently communicated reassurance with his hand. And just like his human counterpart, the dog inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
Claire wanted to cry.
“What’s the matter, buddy?” Ethan said to the dog.
She moved in closer. “Sometimes I wish they could talk.”
He stroked Thor’s head absently. “Well, if they could, this one would probably tell us he’s depressed.”
“Is that possible?”
“They’re a lot like humans.”
“So what do we do?”
“It’ll take some time for him to adjust, and to come out of his depression.”
“If he comes out of it,” she added.
He nodded and Claire’s heart dropped. If he wasn’t in perfect health she couldn’t adopt him out to a new family. Well, she could, but it’d be more difficult to place an animal with issues. Nearly impossible, as a matter of fact. There would be interviews and screening and maybe even a trial period. Time. That was what it would take.
“Is he going to need special help?”
She’d forgotten about her son with his nose pressed up against the chain-link fence, but his words tore at her heart. “Special help” was what she called his cancer treatment. She hated the C word, avoided using it at all cost.
“He’ll need special training,” Ethan said, “to compensate for his lack of hearing. He’s used to listening for commands so we have to teach him to look only for nonverbal commands, arm movements. The good news is he already knows most of them. We’ll have to teach him some new ones, and teach him to constantly keep his gaze focused on his handler, but retraining him is possible. No more walking up to him unannounced. Make sure he sees you before you touch him. That should stop the biting.”
“That’s easy,” Adam said. “I can do the training, too.”
Claire shook her head at her son. “Honey, it’s not as easy as that. It’ll take a professional. What Dr. McCall is suggesting isn’t like teaching a dog to sit and stay. He’ll need to learn to listen without hearing. That means he can never be out of his kennel. If he can’t hear he won’t be able to hear us and learn boundaries. What if he ran into the woods?”
There was nothing but open land between the ranch and the coast. Well, that wasn’t precisely true. There were coastal towns, but the point being, if Thor got out, they’d be lucky if they ever found him again.
“I’ll help him learn.” Adam’s soft words pricked at her heart. Alas, her son was in no condition to take on the task of training a dog.
“No.” She made sure her word was firm. “We’ll have to find someone else to retrain him.”
“I know someone.” Ethan straightened.
Claire’s heart jumped in relief. “Who?”
The wrinkles next to his eyes reappeared. “Me.”
She couldn’t have appeared more shocked if he’d announced his intention to drive his car to the moon.
“You?”
He faced her squarely. “I was thinking earlier that I might be able to help you out. At least for a little while, until I decide where I’m going next.”
Green eyes that were so beautiful he couldn’t stop studying them blinked, then blinked again. She had the world’s longest lashes, the tips of them touching the arch above her eyes. Sweeping black brows dropped down low in consternation.
“But you have your own life to get back to.”
“What life?” As sad as it sounded, it was true. Why else had he driven a hundred miles to see her? “I’m in between jobs right now, trying to decide which direction I want to go. I’ve actually been toying with the idea of training dogs, my way of still helping our country. I’d still practice medicine, but I’d like to learn that aspect of military dogs. Finding that type of job might take a little while, though. In the meantime I have a bit of money and plenty of time on my hands. Let me help.”
She started to shake her head, that pretty, silky black hair of hers falling over one shoulder, but her son interrupted her midshake.
“He could stay with Uncle Colt.”
She whirled around to face the boy. “Adam, no. We couldn’t impose on your uncle like that. Besides, your other uncle, Chance, will be coming home soon. He’ll need the apartment then.”
“But he won’t be home for three more months. You said so yourself.” The boy’s lower lip jutted out, green eyes imploring. “They have that super big place and it’s empty.”
“Yes, but they won’t want a stranger staying there.”
“Major McCall isn’t a stranger.”
“Adam—”
“It’s okay.” Ethan smiled down at her son. “I can find a place in town.”
But the little boy’s eyes showed grim determination. “I’ll go call Uncle Colt right now.”
The boy turned toward the house, calling over his shoulder, “He won’t mind.”
“Adam!”
She’d been ignored. He saw her mouth open and close
