“There’s one thing,” Cole said. “I didn’t even think about it, in my excitement about possibly having a real place to live. Will they let Bull be there with me?”
Adam chuckled. “Luckily, I did, and the answer is yes, as long as he’s collared and leashed, and has his tags.”
Cole nodded. “I’ll find a vet tomorrow, before I go to work. Bull’s not going to like the leash idea, but if that’s what it takes.”
“I’m afraid so. I know a good vet. I’ll take him, if that’s okay with you.”
“You don’t have to. I’m actually an adult. Well, at least of age,” Cole replied. “You have more than enough to keep you busy here.”
“Not a problem. The vet is two doors down from the grocery store. I’ll drop Bull off, shop, and pick him up when we’re through.”
“Okay, then.” Cole took out his wallet. “How much do you think it’ll cost?”
“Let’s say fifty dollars, as a guess, if you want him to examine Bull, too. For just the shot and the tag? Last time I took a dog in, it was twenty dollars.”