I know that I have mentioned our "puppy" before in at least one of my blogs. And, as I said before, Sprite really isn’t such a puppy… She’s a thirteen year old dog who, when spotted on our nightly walks, probably looks like an over-weight, old dog to others. But, to us, she’s still our puppy.
Last month, during her yearly exam, our vet suggested that she get her teeth cleaned again. For those of you who don’t have dogs or cats, this is done at the vet’s office while the pet is sedated. As usual for me… when I have a decision that will require sedation… I deliberate for a little while before having the procedure done. We have always followed our vets advice and we have always felt like he has given Sprite (and thus, us) the very best care. But since he hadn’t said there was a huge rush to clean Sprite’s teeth, I was still "getting around" to making the appointment.
All of that changed last Monday when I found one of her front teeth on the couch. When I looked in her mouth to see what exactly was going on in there, I discovered that one of her back teeth had cracked into two sections. All of a sudden, there was a reason to rush her teeth cleaning ordeal.
She had some rather major dental extractions last Thursday, which is why I have been remiss in blogging. I thought that I would quickly write this since I just brought her upstairs and she is happily sleeping at my feet. She does a lot of comatose-type sleeping these days, during which time I get a lot done.