As my dog is always chewing something (sticks, dry food, biscuits…) it never occurred to me that his teeth would be bad. So I was really surprised when his vet said he would have to have some teeth removed as well as cleaned. I felt terrible! But it had to be done. He seemed fine when I took him in on the day and actually trotted off with the technician without a backward glance. That should have been my clue to how he was feeling towards me. I knew he was in good hands, but that didn’t stop me from worrying.
I was so relieved when they called to say he was resting comfortably and could be picked up later that evening. I thought for sure he would be happy to see me but when they brought him in he made right for the door with a glance my way that spoke volumes (of swear words)! It wasn’t until just before bedtime that he acknowledged my presence and that was only when I gave him a little snack.
Well it hasn’t been that long and he’s already finding sticks on our walks and happily chewing away as if he hadn’t lost a single tooth.