Whit stared at the man blankly for a few more seconds before he spoke up:”Uh… sorry, can you repeat that?”
the other man rolled his eyes irritated and shook his head before he decided to respond to his question:“Did you not hear me or were you not paying attention?”
the man asked, arms crossed across his chest in defiance. ”This is why they shouldn’t send kids here…”
his tone was that of someone who was just fed up with their job, but Whit didn’t let it affect him because he knew it was important for his training to be there. Of course, taking care of animals was not the same as with people, but seeing how someone who was just studying to be a nurse could not simply take care of patients before they were ready they made them practice on the animals at the shelter. It was the closest nursing students would get to taking care of a patient before they actually started at the job, and as someone who wanted to be the best nurse there was Whitman Valium was more than willing to do the job.
The problem, of course, laid on the fact that the shelter employees weren’t exactly all too friendly despite the fact that the nursing students were doing their job which they clearly didn’t care for much. The older boy seemed to expect for Whit to simply walk away but instead he simply adjusted his glasses and waited for further instructions. Or at least for the boy to repeat the instructions so they could be on the same page. ”Where do you need me?”
he asked, the older boy grunted and pointed towards the back.”Just go take care of the goats, man, that’s where you’ll be less on the way.”
he said dismissively, but Whit didn’t move because not all of his questions had been answered, he shifted his weight from one foot to another and waited very well aware that the older boy had heard his question which he had missed the answer to. There was another eye roll and a grunt, but eventually he answered: ”You literally just feed them and clean after them. If someone comes ask about them… I guess you can come get me.”
he said knowing that very few people cared about the rescue goats.
Whitman didn’t care though, he was satisfied with the answer so he walked towards the pen where they kept the three rescue goats. He wasn’t really surprised they only had three since he figured most people would rather adopt a cat or a dog, but he was glad that they had other animals for those who were allergic to dogs and cats which were very common allergies. Unsure of what to do, he opened the gate to the pen and approached a big gray goat which had a scar over its eye, he offered his hand out and the animal came over to smell him. Whit smiled, aware that he would have to wash his hands vigorously after the encounter, but at the time being he didn’t really care. The bell around the goat’s name told him her name was Leila, he smiled as he ran his hand by her neck trying to gain her trust. The animal seemed to react at his touch as she saw on the ground seemingly unconcerned, Whit smiled and continued with the petting.
Maybe today wouldn’t be too bad after all…