About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Plymouth Road Animal Clinic, he swore he heard an eerie howl coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the window—only to see rows of empty examination tables, their lights softly glowing in the dark. Suddenly, a little voice whispered, ‘Hey, stranger! Can you turn on that light over there?’ Startled, the driver looked around and saw a tiny kitten sitting on one of the tables, its eyes sparkling mischievously. The delivery man laughed and obliged, realizing it was just a neighborhood prankster—a regular visitor to the clinic after hours.
2. Early morning fog clung to Plymouth Road like a blanket, when a delivery driver pulled up to the Animal Clinic. The clinic’s neon sign flickered eerily in the dim light, and just as he stepped inside, an old cat appeared from nowhere, meowing insistently. Inside, the delivery driver found himself facing a gruff but friendly vet named ‘Doc.’ Doc scratched his head and said, ‘That cat’s been here every morning for weeks now—just waiting for you!’ The driver laughed, realizing it was probably the same neighborhood tabby, who clearly had a thing for him. As dawn broke through the fog, everyone shared a good laugh over breakfast treats for the persistent feline.
3. One stormy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Plymouth Road Animal Clinic and noticed an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all visitors! Please be advised that our canine receptionist is on vacation.’ The delivery driver shrugged and walked inside. To his surprise, he found himself greeted not by a dog but by an enthusiastic parrot chirping, 'Welcome! How may I help you today?' The neighbors later claimed it was just their new pet's way of saying hello.
4. At midnight, a delivery driver parked outside Plymouth Road Animal Clinic and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic thumping that seemed to match the beat of old jazz records. Curious, he cracked open the door only to see rows of sleeping animals suddenly sit upright, their eyes glowing eerily in unison. The delivery driver froze for a moment, then sheepishly laughed and whispered, ‘Must be those new jazz CDs they got.’ He closed the door gently and tiptoed away, leaving behind the clinic’s curious inhabitants. The next morning, everyone in town joked about the late-night jam session, but no one dared visit after hours again—until the weekly jazz night started.}