One afternoon, when the waiting-room was occupied by 3 stylishly-dressed ladies, sighing and commiserating together about their ailments, two small boys entered shyly, tugging their dog between them by his collar.
    This was an aging dog; big, shaggy-black, panting a bit after climbing the stairs, tongue lolling out of his smiling mouth, with a ready-for anything look about him, but his eyes were so clouded it was apparent he was almost blind.
    Since it was known about town that Dr. Gillis was an eye specialist, these boys had naturally brought their dog to his office; it seemed the right thing to do for their old friend.
    The Ladies, however, lapsed into a state of mild shock, which became more acute when the doctor, seemingly pleased to see both boys and dog, said kindly, (and well aware of the ladies) "So your dog needs a doctor?"
    The older explained, "It's his eyes. He can hardly see any more."
    "You think I might be able to help him?"
    They gazed up at Angus with hope and relief.
    "All right" said he, "By the way, what's his name?"
    "Rassler," answered the spokesman, ''I'm Jacob and this is my brother, Dan."
    By this time, the ladies' mild shock had turned to serious indignation. They clucked all round. The Doctor, unmoved, said to them, "This won't take long, really. Just a straight forward procedure." He smiled a smile of camaraderie, "Can't keep them worrying, you know. So, if you will excuse us."
    "Well," he said to the boys. "Suppose we get right to it. Just bring him along into my office."
    Doctor, boys and patient disappeared into the inner sanctum, where Rassler was hoisted up on the table, and given chloroform, while small hands patted him.
    Thus he became possibly the first and only dog to have his cataracts removed by an eye surgeon.
    When the operation was over, my father said briskly to the boys, "Wel1, Jacob and Dan, Rassler's going to be fine now. He'll wake up in a moment. I'll bandage his eyes and you can lead him home. Then in two weeks bring him back and I'll fit him with goggles, so he can see again. We'll figure out some sort of harness to strap them on."
    Jacob said, "Thank you very much, Doctor. We've saved up a dollar for this operation." He dug it out of his pants pocket and placed it respectfully in Angus' hand. "Will this he enough?" he asked looking a bit anxious.
    "It's fine. . .just fine! Thank you. See you in 2 weeks."
    As they watched the small group leaving, the ladies seemed to be their usual, urbane selves once again.
    Later, at tea in the nearby cafe, one of them remarked, with feeling, "After all, I feel that Doctor can do no wrong!"
    "Well", the second chipped in, "He cared about those boys and their old dog."
    The third said, "A bit unorthodox, though."
    "Yes," agreed #1 beaming, "It makes him exciting!"