“Room 2 is Freddie,” says the tech. “He’s been vomiting for a couple of days.”
I grab the chart of the door and take a peek as I go in the room. “Hi there, Mr….Krueger-” pause-
“Freddie Krueger?” I look at the dog, a wrinkly shar pei.
The owner grins proudly. “I was going to save that for my first born son, but I figured I’d use it on the dog.”