Over the holidays, while hanging out with my family, I looked over to see my dad inspecting Dixie’s teeth like he does to all of my other friends. I guess I should mention that he’s a dentist, so you don’t think he’s too weird.
Dixie rolled her eyes and sat relatively patient while he checked out her choppers. (Fun fact: Most dogs have about 42 permanent teeth by the time they are seven months old.) My dad told me in a stern voice, that Dixie was due for a teeth cleaning and an appointment MUST be made. He had a point, she can’t be seen with bad teeth or bad breath, that’s a major faux-paw!
Last week, I made her appointment at the Gramercy Park Animal Hospital for yesterday at 9 am, and I was told no food or drink for Dixie after midnight on Sunday due to the use of general anesthesia.
Yesterday morning, as we began walking towards the Gramercy Park Animal Hospital, Dixie tried to turn the other way. She knew where we were going! And, if I’m being honest, she wasn’t the only anxious one. As we sat in the waiting area, other dogs and cats arrived. They each seemed to have an uncomfortable look on their furry faces.
Dixie’s vet, Dr. Kuhlman, brought us back to a room for her exam. Dixie began to shake as he placed her on the scale -- I know how she feels, getting weighed makes me shake a bit too! Before long it was time to leave Dixie to get her pearly whites cleaned. I tried to leave quickly so as to not draw attention to my disappearance, but she was on to me and began to cry. *sniff* *sniff* Now, I don’t have children yet, but if this is even a little bit like what it must feel like to drop your kids off at school on the first day, I don’t know how you parents do it!
They assured me she was in good hands and promised to call me as soon as she was ready. Sure enough, at 3 pm, my phone rang. The nurse said Dixie had been a great patient (due to the general anesthesia, I’m sure), and she’d be ready by 5:30 pm.
At 5:29, I arrived to pick up my girl.
She was a little woozy, walking a little bit like I do after too many glasses of wine. I paid the bill ($365, which is a little more than $8.50 per tooth according to my calculations) and was told that Dixie shouldn’t eat until after 8 pm and only soft foods for a couple of days. They also said that other “normal post-dental reactions” may include blood-tinged saliva for 3-4 days, some increased sensitivity around the mouth and some decreased activity for a few days.
They also told me that she should have her teeth cleaned once a year. So, I guess 364 days 'til Dixie (and I) have to do this all over again. Until then, Dixie is ready for her close-up.