"Million-Dollar Smile"

Well, not precisely a million dollars, but sure a pretty penny. I am using figurative language, or idioms, as English teachers might call my choice of words. 😄

Anyway, back on topic...

I survived the trip to the doggy dentist. As previously mentioned, I had to go in for a vital pulp therapy because my lower canine teeth were pressing into the roof of my mouth. Ouch...

Let me tell you about my day...

First, I awoke and thought it was just a typical day, but then I realized something was different when I didn't get my breakfast. What were these people planning? 😕

Well, I loaded in the car and I was excited, thinking I was headed to the park to see my duck buddies. Soon, I realized we were not going in the right direction. We must be headed somewhere else. The traffic was horrible and took a considerable amount of time, so I started to get impatient. 

Soon enough, we arrived at our destination. I know this place, we've been here before. I like these folks. They are dog people. 😍

I was soon going to get my teeth worked on. I was given something and fell into a deep sleep in my usual position with my belly facing upward and tongue sticking out. I slept peacefully, and the doctor worked on my "million-dollar smile". 😁

The dentist discovered additional issues with my teeth. In addition to the two lower canines getting a vital pulp therapy and cap, I needed four teeth pulled; for my best interest and to prevent future complications. I am no expert on teeth, so I won't try to explain it thoroughly, but as I understand, two hadn't erupted, and two were chipped, possibly due to my malocclusion. I didn't really need these teeth, so they were pulled. I am not sure if I explained it correctly, but I hope you get the picture.

Long story short. That same day, I got home feeling sleepy, but I managed to do well. I even had an appetite, which surprised my Master. Fortunately, I didn't get sick, despite the warning that it could occur post-surgery.

I have to eat soft food for a few days, but this is a treat. I like Caesar's grilled chicken. I'm doing well, with minimal pain. The tricky thing is, I can't have my chew toys. They were put away as my teeth recover. I keep trying to find them.  They are not in the usual place. 😟

I surely wouldn't want to damage my "million-dollar smile" by chewing something. Not having my toy friends is hard. I hope they come out of hiding soon. For now, I try to entertain myself by looking out the window and dreaming about when I can go play ball and pull grass, one of my favorite pastimes.