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“She said that the smell makes her ‘wretch’,” Livvy relayed, putting the last word in air quotes. “I thought that word was a mean thing to call a crabby old lady but since it was a crabby old lady saying it, I’ll assume that I was wrong.” She shrugged. “But that’s all she gave me. I think she put it together that I’m the same person she used to yell at all the time for smoking in public. Literally like, outside, on the sidewalk, not even near her. If it wasn’t unprofessional, I’d tell her that I quit smoking just to make her stop looking at me like she’s putting a curse on my family.” She wrinkled her nose. “Pepe looks fine, though. I mean, if you ask me.” She wasn’t anything even close to a vet tech, but she was pretty sure she’d know if Pepe was going to vomit all over her. “I’m gonna guess he gained a pound. Bet ya five bucks.”
“Wretch means puke, babe,” he told her, raising his eyebrows at her. “And something you can call a mean old lady. Also it’s in a song about Jesus so...” He shrugged and leaned to kiss her cheek. He nodded his head. “Good. I’m glad if he has. Christine should be in there weighing him now. When I find out I will let you know. That poor dog probably has all the stomach issues from having an owner like her. Poor Pepe.” Levi grinned and winked at her before turning to go back to go into the room, file in hand. Christine would need to write the measurements down and he needed to discuss with Pepe’s owner. About five minutes later, Levi was walking out. “Hey,” he called to Liv and motioned her back. “We are drawing some blood per owner on Pepe but he’s gained a pound and an ounce so good job on that one. “When Mr. Thompson gets here with that new cat, put him in the farthest cat room. Strays are always feisty.”