Man, I hate those lube and vet guys. We took Yeats there to be neutered, figuring it was a standard job so we didn't need to pay the dealership. I walked up just as the guy was finishing, and I swear I saw him look at a screw that was *left over* and just pocket it. He denied it, of course. But you know how Yeats rattles sometimes when he breathes? Yeah, I blame them.