So next thing I know – it’s root canal time! Yes, you read right – a root canal! Now I don’t remember much, but I remember going to the back room with a nice woman, then waking up with my mouth hurting and my tongue in a weird spot, feeling funny like it didn’t fit in my mouth right anymore. Mom & Dad picked me up (and when they saw the bill – yikes! I had better be on my best, and I mean my absolutely best, behavior for the next day or so) and I got to go home that same day.
Today I feel much better – I ate my breakfast, drank a ton, and have been sleeping lots. I’m trying to look extra-special cute, even pathetic if possible (keeping in mind the bill), but I’m sure within a day or two I’ll be back to my old self, looking for a toy to destroy.
Oh, I did put my tooth under my pillow last night, but the tooth fairy did not seem to come……..
Woof!
** A bit of history – when I was adopted by my current Mom & Dad, my teeth looked horrible. Now I know what happened, but of course I can’t articulate as much, but their theory (and that of the veterinarians they’ve asked over the years), is that in my previous home I was kenneled inappropriately and chewed on the wire kennel compulsively, causing some serious teeth damage, especially the back of my canines – both upper & lower. This has caused weakness in those teeth, thus the strange breakage.
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