The poor dog had to have three teeth pulled yesterday. He’s pretty pissed off right now.
I’m sure his pissiness exists on several levels. First, there was the 12 hours of fasting beforehand (for general anesthesia). This is a dog who doesn’t miss a stray scrap of food from the kids’ errant table manners. He’s the resident Swiffer. So 12+ hours without a morsel is pretty catastrophic for him (I would feel the same way).
Empty stomach, stitches in his mouth, shaved paws (for the IV). I feel really bad for him.
And for me, to a lesser extent. His surgical pain was physical, while ours is monetary. Perhaps there were hidden nuggets of gold in these teeth. If I typed what the vet charged me to extract them, I might cry. If I put it in writing, it would then be true. So let’s not. Let’s just focus on getting the patient to feel better. Let the kids throw some extra lunch scraps on the floor today — he deserves it.
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