fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter; Sunday [02/03].

So far, keeping an eye on things at the shelter for Zack hadn't been too bad. In fact, Summer had actually be enjoying the responsibility of it, spending time with the animals, having a little something extra to do around the island. But, then again, it had all been fairly easy, too. The vet was pretty competitent and capable, the other employees were hard-working, and besides a few supplies for the people around the island with pets, the business was pretty slow-paced without any big problems.

Which was...suspicious, if you really thought about it, but Summer wasn't going to look a gift horse (or pygmy goat, she supposed) in the mouth, and was just going to count her blessings that she hadn't had to deal with any customer complaints.

Until now.

"So," she said into the phone, barely holding back a sigh, "you're calling because your pet was a groundhog yesterday and this morning, you wake up to find that your pet is still a groundhog?"

Summer paused to listen to the customer going off on another tirade of an explanation that pretty much repeated exactly what she'd already been told, in nearly precisely the same words, too. And Summer sighed and braced herself for what might follow as she asked her next question.

"...are you sure it just wasn't a groundhog the whole time you've had it?"

A very long and telling silence followed on the other end.

"That's what I thought," she said. "You have a great day, ma'am."

Furnado is open!