|This was right after Plan B was put into action.|
|The shot is beginning to take effect now, Vince laid|
down next to me but insisted that I maintain contact.
Today was the day so I didn't feed him breakfast as usual, which concerned him more than a little. We had worked out a plan for how this was supposed to go down. I would muzzle him before taking him inside, they would knock him out and take him immediately in for the dental surgery. Vince wasn't in on the plan, however, and he wanted none of it. He freaked out as soon as he saw the muzzle, while still in the crate in my van--jumping around, snapping, and generally throwing a royal fit. We went to plan B.
|He was a perfect patient at this point.|
They did a thorough dental cleaning and all the other vet work that he was due for or would be coming due in the next year. Vince has a condition known as tooth resorption, where the root of the tooth is absorbed by the bone, causing disintegration of the crown. The good thing about it, I guess, is that it's not necessary to pull the tooth because the root is gone and the top of the tooth just breaks off on its own. Apparently it's much more common in cats than in dogs, but Vince has it. Isn't that special.
|When I picked him up in the afternoon, he headed|
out and to the van as fast as he could.
|Here is Vince, back at home, with only|
a small bandage to show for it.
|One part of the day that he didn't mind|
was getting softened food and canned
food for dinner.