How?
Well, last year while she was still crate training, I think she broke it chewing on the metal crate door. It's the only explanation I have. It was one of the large canine teeth. The vet said to leave it until it started to bother her or got infected.
A couple weeks ago, I threw a toy and she went to catch it. Bam! Face first into the wall. Poor puppy. She was visibly shaken. And when I looked at her to see if she was okay, I noticed her front little incisor was cracked. I called the vet and they said they would like to see her, but the surgery wasn't an emergency. Throughout the day, the cracked tooth turned into a chipped tooth and then a broken tooth that was broken all the way to the gum line.
Yesterday was Daisy's surgery and she had both teeth removed. I was a nervous wreck. I don't know how parents handle a child's injury and/or surgery. I realize she is just a pet. But to us pet owners, we know there is no such thing as "just a pet." I was nervous for days leading up to the surgery, the morning when we woke up, when I dropped her off, and throughout the day.
One of my silly concerns was how she would act the morning of the surgery since she wasn't allowed to eat. It's not like you can explain things to dogs. I thought she would be a nut. But she wasn't. She was absolutely calm and laid under my legs as I primped in the morning, just like normal, chewing on her bone. Chewing that now isn't allowed to happen for two weeks. Poor pup.
After I dropped her off, I almost cried driving to work. I tried to rationalize. Seriously, I'm glad I'm not a parent. Kids get hurt much more often. It was difficult to focus and my fear got the best of me at times. "What if they're not calling to update me because something serious happened? They probably don't give bad news over the phone. I'll be devastated died on the operating table." Yea. Rationality. Gone.
They called. Everything went well. She was awake. And the teeth came out easily.
I picked her up after work and she was very loopy. Her eyes were not focusing; she was definitely drugged. Her bottom eyelids were droopy. She was constantly blinking and struggling to keep her eyes open.
As the night wore on and her pain killers let up, she would whimper quietly. She also was continuously licking her bandaged leg where the IV fluids were injected. It was a long night of: "Good girl, Daisy. It's okay." and "No. Leave it. Stop."
We cuddled a lot. And went to bed early.
| Dazed Daisy. At bedtime. |
But overall she is doing well. Recovering. And hopefully not too mad at me. "Bitch, you stole my teeth, I better at least get $1 for each!" Nah - Daisy doesn't curse.
Please send positive thoughts for a quick healing. Thanks!













