Burger had his first dentist appointment today. Because the procedure required anesthesia, we left him at the clinic for the day. It’s definitely easier for the staff to clean a dog’s teeth when they’re not trying to nip at everything. Burger, however, turns into a nervous puddle at the vet — here he is whining by the door as we waited for the technician to take him in. We all felt sad to see him go, but good dental care means a healthier dog, and we want Burger with us for a long time.
The cleaning went well. We learned that chihuahuas are prone to dental problems, but Burger was a pleasant exception. This was his first professional cleaning and the vet was surprised that he didn’t need any extractions. The nightly brushing-and-wrestling routine Sherry keeps up at home must have helped. Many dogs his breed start losing teeth or develop decay after just a few years, yet Burger is almost five and left the clinic with all of his teeth intact, no decay, and minty-fresh breath.
As a bonus, the vet gave him a snazzy new bandana. Well hello, Mr. Sparkle Teeth.
Once we got home and removed his IV bandage, I was able to take a better picture. He was no longer trying to escape the memory of the vet’s office, and he looked pretty proud of his new accessory.
We’re truly relieved everything went smoothly. The house felt a little empty without him all day. Love you, Burgs.