"Let me show you her x-rays," Dr. Taylor says, and so I pass Pep's leash off and follow him back to the lightbox.
Pep's heart, which is the focal point of the scans, looks fine. There's nothing to show why she's developed a murmur, the reason for the x-rays in the first place. But lower down, there's a bright spot.
Pep has got a hold of a staple somewhere, I know not how or where since we don't even own a stapler, and being Pep, she has eaten it.
Another perk of being Pep: she is also completely unbothered by this ill-advised consumption. No vomiting, no diarrhea, no abdominal tenderness.
I add follow-up x-rays to my schedule for next week and go home to wait.