Sleepy Pup the elder had to go in for a dental cleaning today.
T'other day, I was brushing his teeth, as I try to do with some regularity but also fail at, and I pulled the brush out of the back of his jaw...with a tooth? I freaked out a bit, called the vet, they referred us to a different vet because apparently our new vet doesn't do dental cleanings.
So okay, fine, whatever.
I call the other place and schedule an evaluation appointment and find that it's the vet I loved from our original vet here in Virginny who I had been told retired. (I told her this and she just laughed. Because no she never retired and they're just grumpy she left. Figures. The new vets at that place are horrible, which is why I switched to the new place. But now, if you're able to follow, I'm switching to this one because this vet is amazing.)
Anyway, they poke about, agree that a cleaning is a reasonable thing but that it doesn't look too bad. And we schedule it.
They ended up having to pull five of his teethies.
He is, understandably, a little salty this afternoon.
But his breath is lovely again, so there's that. And I will redouble my efforts to be a better tooth brusher. And maybe, as a fabulous side effect, it'll convince younger boy that brushing is important. (Because getting him to brush is a horrifically bad experience every time. Twice a day.)
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