Pablo went in for his dental work, at a discount clinic, which was significantly cheaper than the vet estimate.
All told, he lost 7 teeth: 2 fell out during the cleaning, the other 5 were ‘extracted’. I say ‘extracted’ because the vet who did the procedure seriously discounted it because, “the usual technique was not required because the teeth were severely underminded”. In other words, they would have fallen out on their own in the near future.
Pablo’s recovery was very fast. Perhaps the best part of getting this over with is that we can now sit in the same room with him without being exposed to The Breath of Death.
Kind of an aside, but related to this story:
At pick up, the clinic dinged me for a toenail trim. Apparently they were ‘extremely long’ (a pretty big exaggeration), and I was chastised for not taking better care of him. Pablo’s history was relayed to the clinic at drop off, more particularly to the very tech who implied I was neglectful and irresponsible. Yes, those were the words used.
To the rather long sermon I received, kid you not, centering around what a horrible person I was for not taking better care of Pablo’s toenails, in the presence of others waiting to pick up their dogs and cats, I responded (paraphrased, but the same message) thusly:
“You know you’re right! Let’s put aside the fact I just spent a chunk of change fixing the teeth of a dog that technically isn’t even mine, we probably should have left him tied to the tree since I can’t be responsible enough to keep his toenails at military length!”.
And I acted inappropriately…