About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A few months ago, an unexpected visitor appeared in Quail Corners’ waiting room. A regular dropping off his pet noticed something peculiar on the counter—a tiny cardboard box filled with bandages and notes scribbled in childish handwriting. Curious, he picked it up only to discover that each note read: ‘Please take good care of my little friend.’ Upon closer inspection, the man saw that one note said simply, 'He likes treats.' Another added, 'She loves belly rubs!' The last one read, 'They're both very noisy when they sleep.' Eventually, the staff realized these were pets delivered by a neighbor who couldn't make it to the hospital that day—accompanied by their quirky instructions for better care.
2. Last week, a delivery driver arrived at Quail Corners with a crate so heavy he struggled to carry it inside. As he opened the door, a tiny paw poked out and everyone burst into laughter—inside the box was a sleepy kitten who clearly had no idea why all the fuss was made. As it turned out, the little guy belonged to a neighbor who’d accidentally locked him in his own crate while cleaning. The vet staff took one look at the poor confused face and decided it would be their secret for the day. When the neighbor finally showed up later that afternoon, everyone at Quail Corners broke into giggles again—this time because they couldn’t contain their amusement.
3. Last night, while closing up shop, Dr. Jenkins heard a strange humming coming from the empty kennels. Curious, she walked closer and found herself face-to-face with a tiny glowing orb that seemed to be guiding her around the clinic. The little orb led her through the back rooms until it stopped in front of an old filing cabinet. Suddenly, one drawer opened on its own, revealing a box filled with vintage toys—an unexpected treasure trove for a vet's office. Dr. Jenkins smiled, realizing the glowing visitor was just a friendly neighborhood spirit, leaving behind some fun surprises.
4. Last night, while counting the day’s receipts, Dr. Jenkins overheard a voice whispering from the hallway: ‘Is it too much to ask for just one more treat?’ Curious, Dr. Jenkins followed the voice into an empty examination room. There, on the counter, sat a small box with a note reading: 'Just one treat for my best vet.' Inside was a freshly baked cookie shaped like a quail. Smiling, she realized that someone—probably a grateful neighbor or a kind delivery driver—had left it as thanks.