After giving Chester a good long pet knowing the dog so well to make sure to give him a good scratch behind the ear, Catherine stood up to take Denali's hand. She smiled in her most professional way, before turning her head towards Angela at the front desk.
"Hey, can you make sure to call Klondike's Mom? He's ready to head home. Chart's finished for him too Angela. Thanks." Catherine then turned back to the firefighter and the hound in front of her. "It's perfectly fine that you're here instead of the Captain. I'm just surprised, I don't often meet the other firefighters at the station." Taking the clipboard in hand and idly giving Molly a small pet as she walked by, Catherine led Denali and Chester back to exam room number one.
Once inside, she took a look at Chester's chart and notated that it was just a routine check up today. Due for shots, but otherwise a normal annual exam.
"Any signs of vomiting, diarrhea, lethargy or unusual behavior in Chester lately?" She asked, just the normal slew of questions that were asked from a veterinarian, pointing with her pen against the clipboard and chart at the scale on the ground. Chester would need to stand on this momentarily so she could get a proper weight for him, just to check his vitals. The dalmatian was well behaved, seemed to be more tired out really like he'd been run recently which certainly helped with his energy levels. Cat notated the weight down, listening to the dalmatian's pounding heart and checking his ears, his paws, his lymph nodes, his eyes and teeth.
"Probably should do better about brushing his teeth, but they're not too bad yet. Eyes look good, weight's healthy, and doesn't look to be in any immediate or overt pain, which is great." Catherine had a habit of talking out what she was doing and what she was checking. Not necessarily to make sure the owner in the room would understand what was going on or what she was checking, but it was almost like she was telling the patient themselves, speci