<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, Outside the Dog Cages with Monique Ribault</strong><br/><br/>"Here we are,<em>Doctor</em>" muttered Ribault, the last word rolling off her tongue like poison. "Do you need help selecting, or..."<br/><br/><strong>"Quiet!"</strong>I hissed, ear pressed closed to the door to the cage room. I'd heard something.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Are you sleepy......? Being ...... with me! On.....!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I only caught a few of the words. I motioned impatiently for Ribault to leave me be. She did so, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Now alone, I pressed closer against the door, trying to catch what was being said. It was a rare opportunity to hear what these free thinking dogs said to one another when alone, and I was not about to interrupt them just yet.