Rowan's Internship

So, Rowan got into the summer program he was applying for last month. He wants to go into veterinary medicine, and there's a non-profit based not too far away that offers summer internships at their wildlife and stray animal rescue and rehabilitation center. I happen to be in the same neck of the woods while visiting my family this summer, so I stopped by at the place to catch up with one of the neighborhood cuties.

I turned out to have the strangest timing; Rowan had just gotten in some hot water with the main vet who runs the place for feeding a dog that was supposed to have surgery soon. According to him, it just looked too sad and hungry, and he couldn't resist. According to her, while that sort of compassion is certainly an asset for a future vet, he needs to be taught to reign it in when needed if he wants to succeed in the field. Luckily, she turned out to be far more skilled and experienced in providing aversion therapy than any of the interns had suspected. I arrived just as she'd finished, and left him in the corner of the intern dorm building's common room, where one of his fellow veterinarians-to-be was just approaching him.

His new friend had a condition he needed fulfilled in exchange for handing over the jar of cold skin cream, though. One that Rowan was hesitant to comply with - especially with me in the room now - but this doctor had paddled him almost as hard as the last one I drew him running afoul of, and he was pretty desperate.

I think I should take the time to get to know this Bradley boy, while I'm here. He really does seem to be a person after my own heart.