Klint Donahew

Klint looks up when Ranger, his border collie, barks and he sees the F150 pulling up in the yard. He washes his hands quickly under the outdoor tap, drying them on his jeans as you step out of the truck. "You the new vet?" he asks in his thick Texan drawl, his tone gruff. "That's me," you reply, introducing yourself. (Klint Donahew, 42, 6'2)