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High Anxiety

At Rocky’s annual check-up earlier this month, Lovely Vet noticed that there was some serious plaque build up on his teeth and I might want to consider getting them cleaned.  Mind you, the dog is 10 years old and has never had his teeth cleaned.  In fact, in the over 30 years I’ve owned dogs, I’ve never had any of their teeth cleaned.  I had noticed that he was a little extra cautious when taking treats and a little slower to eat the large Milkbone treats that Lovely Neighbor Mike gives Rocky and Millie every night.  So, I got a quote on the cost and, after debating the pros and cons, made the appointment.

Today was the appointment . . . it involved making sure that Rocky (and Millie) didn’t eat or drink anything after midnight . . . which included NO BREAKFAST . . . then getting up early and dropping him off at Lovely Vet’s office by 8 a.m.

I decided to take the day off because I knew that the morning drop off was going to be a hot damn mess . . . and I was pleasantly surprised that it was not a hot damn mess . . . and because I wasn’t sure how Millie would do home alone all day if I took Rocky to the vet and didn’t bring him home until supper time . . . and because I knew I’d be a hot damn mess all day worrying about Rocky . . .

I was a hot damn mess . . .

Millie was a bit of a handful and was stuck like glue to me all day . . .

Rocky, I’m happy to report, did just fine.  Didn’t mind not getting breakfast.  Was happy to go on an adventure to Lovely Vet’s office because his Favorite Vet Tech would be taking care of him.  He went off with Favorite Vet Tech for the procedure without even a glance back at me to say good-bye . . . Gotta admit . . . that kinda hurt . . . didn’t have to have any teeth pulled and the problems I noticed were just irritated gums from the plaque build up and a little bit of old age . . .

He “serenaded” the Vet Office with his lovely song all afternoon because he was done with all the excitement and just wanted to go home . . . I heard him while I was paying the bill and it was the most pitiful thing I’ve ever heard . . . poor guy . . .

Millie is happy he’s home . . .

I’m happy he’s home . . .

I’m glad that it’s over . . .

Right now he’s snuggled on his favorite bed in the living room happily snoring away . . .

I’m over the moon ecstatic for the good outcome . . . and I hope it’s a little while before I have to go through that again . . .

 

 

 

 

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