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| - There is a wonderful pragmatism I feel when walking into the Wychwood Park Animal Hospital. In fact, if there was an animal Hospital in Communist Russia, this would be it.
The waiting room has one bench, one desk, and one lady. Most of the food they sell is kept in the back and the place isn't cluttered with Doggy travel bags, fancy leashes, or mohair sweaters. In other words, Wychwood Park doesn't pretend to be something it isn't, nor does it profit from fancy little extras. This is not to say that the place doesn't profit, all vets do, but at least it is not attempting to pull the wool over their clients' eyes in a big way.
Dr. Levine, the house vet, is caring, honest, and above board. What he lacks in bedside manner to this or that human he makes up for in his attention to the real clients - the animals.
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