Tom Bingham.
Jake was a Birthday cum Christmas present to me from my children, the dog they always wanted. 
As a consequence he gets his annual visit to the Vets for his shots and check-up, just before Christmas. Yesterday was the big day. I was at work.
I'd taken Jake two times before for his shots and check-up and once or twice for other ailments. Not a popular job with Bev and the kids. I can't think why. 
Jake is a well behaved dog, perfect manners and quite calm in temperament.
Tom Bingham is the Vet. It's a one man show. He's a Belfast man in his late fifties. I've been so many times...but I was amused as Bev told me all about her visit.
Jake sat tense but quiet as they waited their turn. Other dogs whined and cried in the room. Jake ignored them. Cats in baskets yowled and growled. Birds in cages and rabbits in boxes all complained. Jake ignored them.
When they call your pet's name, you are ushered into an examination room where Tom asks you to lift your pet onto a table. No chance of Bev doing that. Tom lifts the dog himself.
Jake is prodded, poked, fondled in a most intimate way. He has his teeth and ears examined and takes two shots without a murmur or sideways look. At the end of it he licks the hands that have been giving him the once over.
It's the report that Tom gives you that makes your day.
" This is the most wonderful dog I've ever examined! What a beautiful glossy coat. Well muscled and well cared for. I can see he gets the best of food and plenty of good exercise. He's a beautiful and friendly dog. Such manners. If ever I take another dog...I want one like him."
Bev is glowing with pride. I don't tell her that he has said the same thing to me on my own visits. Probably says the same to all his customers. A man that kissed the Blarney Stone. 
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