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Show 17 He swivels outward from the telephone. "Tomorrow," he says to Maia, "be here early. We'll do them first thing in the morning." She is puzzled. "I thought you said the physiologists were-going to do i t a l l ." "They will," Boaz assures her, "all except for the anaesthetic. We do that, here." "How can we do i t here? Wouldn't i t be easier to do i t there, then we wouldn't have to carry them...?" "No. Besides, that's the way we made the arrangements. We anaesthetize the dogs here, and once they're out, put them in my car, drive over to the main building, and load them on a gurney at the shipping door. That way the physiology people won't have live dogs running around their sterile laboratory, and they don't want to waste a lot of time waiting for the anaesthetic to take effect. It doesn't always work, you know." "Why not?" "You calculate the dosage according to the weight and condition of the dog. But you have to be sure not to give it too much, otherwise you'll kill it outright, so sometimes you end up giving it not quite enough." "What happens then?" Boaz smiles, tolerant of her question. "You just start all over again, that's all. That's another reason we're doing it here, in case we have to do any of the dogs twice." |