But Rose, for all her incalculable wisdom, was still a dog, and we could not reassure her that something really hideous wasn't about to happen. Maybe she did think that, behind the door of examination room number three, an enormous, drooling animal was waiting to chew her up. She vibrated with fear, tucking her head down and her hindquarters in until she was the size of a grapefruit. How could I explain that this was all for the good, that I would never leave her here, that I would protect her with the same ferocity with which she protects me from the UPS truck?
( Ann Patchett )
[ This Is the Story of a Happy ]
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