*I must explain the title: I decided on “Poor Doggie,” but Rick the cat sat on my keyboard when I got up. Edwin said I should leave it.
Anyway…
Sasha went in for a teeth cleaning today. She was born with bad teeth. Just plain bad. She’s had several teeth pulled in the past, and I had a feeling the vet would recommend more extractions today. When Chris dropped her off this morning, he told them that he probably wouldn’t be able to answer the phone during the day, so to just go ahead and perform necessary extractions – no need to call.
Well. The doctor did deem some extractions necessary: nine of them. Some were tiny, but this girl is going to be gumming her food for a while. They gave us a pretty deep discount, but it still wasn’t cheep. We do love her so, and periodontal disease can be deadly. So, here we are with a very drugged up and sad looking doggie. Good thing the kids are doing school virtually and can babysit her tomorrow.
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