To Love Someone (Baytown Boys #14) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,45

expecting to find no Internet footprint. The website had several pictures of German shepherds, both puppies and adults.

The site and the breeders looked legitimate. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she leaned back in her chair and huffed. Why does it bother me that they look legitimate? Maybe it was because the website said they'd been in business for a number of years but she'd never heard of them. She didn't recall Tom ever mentioning them, either.

The Tolson’s puppy had looked fine, happy and healthy. She couldn't tell by observation or physical examination if it was purebred, but she hoped they had facilities that kept up with their pets and not let one escape.

Her phone rang, dragging her attention from her internet search to the office phone. Picking it up, Annette announced, “You have a call on line two.”

Clicking the appropriate line, she answered. “Doctor Collins.”

“Sam? This is Luke. I don't know if this is a bad time, and if it is you can let me know and I'll set up a time to come in—”

“No, Luke, this is fine.”

“I haven't been by the shelter that you mentioned working with, but I've had an idea about seeing if we could start a program where some of the prisoners help take care of some of the dogs. I've heard of programs similar to this, but I have no idea how it would be set up.”

“Well, I've never thought about that. Are you thinking about the dogs actually living in the jail?”

“Honestly, Sam, I don't know what I'm thinking. I just thought that maybe the prisoners and the local shelter could help each other. They need volunteers and the prisoners need a chance to do something worthwhile.”

What he was suggesting caught her imagination, “I know the shelter is always looking for help. I don't know how we could bring together the prisoners and the shelter, but it seems like we could come up with something.”

“That's what I was thinking,” Luke said. “I just didn't know who to call first.”

“How about I talk to the shelter supervisor? I was going to stop by in the next couple of days to talk to her about a few things anyway. I can easily see what she thinks.”

“That sounds good. I also talked to Colt the other day. He's got questions, obviously, but said that he'd like to know what we can come up with for a proposal.”

“I'll talk to the shelter supervisor and get back with you.”

Disconnecting, she opened the spreadsheet on her computer she’d started the other day. When Tom had been in charge of the clinic, he’d insisted on making sure the veterinary records were computerized, going so far as to utilize new software. While she’d been trained on their program, there were aspects that she had not paid close attention to, such as the ability to keep track of the exact doses of vaccinations and medications prescribed and what had been ordered.

Just as she suspected, the number of vaccinations left in their refrigerated storage container was less than what they should have compared to the inoculations they had given. Without knowing whether the error was in the initial order or sloppy record-keeping, she printed off the spreadsheet, determined to keep a closer eye on the medication during the next month.

Looking up at the rap on the doorframe, she clicked the mouse to clear the screen as Annette walked in with order forms for her to sign.

“I know you wanted to take a look at things before you left for your meeting. I’d like to get this order sent off before we leave today,” Annette said.

Taking the papers, she scanned them before signing. Looking up, she caught Annette’s furrowed brow.

“Is everything okay?”

Sucking in her lips, she sighed, “It just doesn’t seem like the vaccinations we ordered the last time have lasted as long as I expected them to.”

Annette slid into the chair across from Samantha’s desk and nodded slowly. “I noticed that, also. I just have no idea why.”

“Is everyone documenting the way they’re supposed to?”

Annette shifted in her seat as though uncomfortable. “Look, Samantha, I’ve been thinking about this, and I’m not comfortable trying to pinpoint the discrepancy right now. I remember the last time we received a shipment of vaccinations, and I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t count everything against the invoice. We’ve never had a problem before, but that’s no excuse. On top of that, I haven’t been checking behind Brentley to make sure he’s entering everything into the computer.