THE BEST TREATMENT requires the right kind of diagnosis

A FRIEND OF MINE is a veterinarian. You couldn't find a kinder, more compassionate woman. Whenever we've needed the town-mandated rabies shots for our animals, we've gone to her.

One time, I brought in our dog, Griffin. A big, athletic Rhodesian Ridgeback with a gentle disposition, he stood before my friend, unperturbed as her hands examined every inch of him. And she asked me question after question. Had he had this problem? That problem?

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