Tank breathed a sigh of relief. "You're...unique," he said.
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Dr Han gently set Sasha on the table, while Linda & Hawk stood on the other. "Now let's see what's wrong with you..." the vet said, and checked her over. It was a few minutes until Dr Han was done. "It seems that all she has is a minor concussion. Was she hit by anything by any chance?"
"I could think of an excuse," Hawk said under breath, even though only Linda could understand him.
Linda hushed her dog quiet, the turned to the vet. "She fell off a high wall. So is she alright?"
"Of course. All she needs is some tender loving care and she'll get better in no time."
"Thanks, Doc!"