Peter the "Pug"

“Don’t be late for class you cute Pug,” a blonde called from open doorway.

Peter didn’t really like the nickname, but girls and boys had noticed he had a “Pug like” face with his dark circles around his eyes, heavy brow and stubble goatee shadow. Girls thought it was cute, while guys would pick on him over it. A woman barked at him as he reached the door of his dorms. Peter rolled his eyes as he walked out. Peter snuck a quick look at himself in a mirror of the mud room between the inner doors to the dorms and the outer front doors. At six feet tall he was a bit on the heavy set side, but he knew he was fit in trim from helping out his father’s construction jobs on the weekends and summers. Peter made his way to the lecture hall for the afternoon class. The classroom was almost already filled with the girls. Each followed him with their gaze as he went to take a seat a few rows back along to wall. The Veterinary Sciences course was filled mostly with girls and a few guys. But two of them had seemingly dropped out lately. Peter watched as Carrie came in. She had grown up a few towns over and had gone to school with Peter. He remembered her as shy, but sweet and caring. When he got a concussion playing football, she had been sympathetic and hadn’t made any jokes. Now she had ditched her antiquated and shy blouse and long skirt for a more Kardashian inspired black shiny leggings and oversized Tee-shirt.

“So what are you doing this weekend Stud?” Jessica, chunky black girl asked.

“Same thing I do every weekend,” Peter looked for his text book in his bag, “Helping my dad pay for my college tuition.”

“Maybe you should drop out and find a nice sugar-mama,” Jessica smiled.

“I like doing honest work,” Peter looked her in the eyes with a dispassionate glare.

Jessica turned and went to her seat with a scowl after being rebuffed. That was when Doctor Colleen walked into the room and started taking out her laptop and notes for the lecture. Peter made sure to watch as the Vet bent over and reached back into her bag. Recently the Doc had taken to wearing tight fitted black leather pants and a white blouse.

“Settle down people,” Doc Colleen called as she stood up.

Peter thought for a second that Doc Colleen looked over to check if Peter was checking her out. Doctor Colleen McGuire had taken over the Vet practice of Old Doctor Connors when he retired a few years ago. Now she lived at the old Hillshade Dairy that Doctor Connors had turned into a farm vet clinic and animal boarding house. When she first came into town, word was that a number of Doctor Connors’s clients went to other practices in neighboring towns that had been around longer, so that was why Doctor Colleen had started moonlighting as a teacher of Vet Sciences here at the college.

“Ok class,” Doctor Colleen brushed her long red bangs out of her eyes, “Let’s pick up from where we left off, Parasitology…”

Doctor Colleen went into her lectures on diagnosing and treating parasites in cattle. Peter managed to keep from getting a boner as he watched the Vet. She was in her late twenties, had a set of D cups with an hourglass figure. At five foot eleven in her flat soled riding boots, she was almost as tall as he was.

*

The Two hour class dragged on until Doctor Colleen looked down at her laptop and smiled.

“Alright class, that is enough for now. Read the next chapter before our class on Tuesday. Oh and Carrie Wayland and Peter Kowalski, please stay for a minute I need to have a word with you,” Doctor Colleen called.

That got a chorus of “Ouuuu,” and “Naughty naughty”s from the other students. Peter put his stuff away just as Carrie did and waited for the other students to leave the room. Peter then got up and walked over to the desk at the front of the room.

“Here we go Pete,” Carrie said as she took a spot next to Peter.

“Relax,” Doctor Colleen said, “You are not in trouble. How do you like living in the dorms?”

“Not really,” Carrie said, “But my parents insisted that I get out and meet new people.”

“The only reason is because my mom thinks it would be too unsafe to drive back and forth every day, especial after night classes if there is a snow storm,” Peter shrugged.

“Ok,” Doctor Colleen sat on the desk, “You might have heard that Yavine left.”

“Yes,” Carrie said.

Peter just nodded. Word was Yavine married the town bank manager and had moved in with him. He was seen less and less since the wedding.

“So here is the deal,” Doctor Colleen said, “I have arranged an internship where I have two students living at the farm to watch over the property at night, you would still be able to eat at the cafeteria, but you would get refunded all of your room and board for the year. On top of that, you would get credit as a Vet Tech Interns.”

Both students looked at her.

“There is an apartment over the old carriage barn that has been updated over the years so that is where you will be living,” Doctor Colleen said, “There is a kitchen, cable and an internet router up there.”

“I’m in,” Carrie smiled.

Carrie and Doctor Colleen were both looking at Peter.

“I am up for it,” Peter smiled, “Wouldn’t mind the peace compared to the dorms.”

“Well, some of the patients might be up all-night howling,” Doctor Colleen noted.

“Like I said,” Peter laughed, “I wouldn’t mind the peace compared to the dorms.”

“He isn’t wrong,” Carrie shrugged.

“Well then,” Doctor Colleen smiled, “I can have you move in this Friday night and start this weekend.”

“Cool,” Carrie said, “I can’t wait to get away from my roommate.”

“Ah…” Peter said, “I will have to talk to my family, I was supposed to help my father with a big project.”

“That is fine,” Doctor Colleen smiled, “You can move in Sunday evening and I can get Carrie started this weekend.”

Peter smiled. Carrie smiled. Doctor Colleen clapped.

“That being settled, who is up for pizza?” Doctor Colleen asked.

“Sure,” Carrie said.

“Sorry, I have my Calculus in twenty minutes,” Peter shrugged.

“Well get going,” Doctor Colleen said, “Carrie and I can entertain ourselves in the meantime.”