Poor Quincy is currently recuperating after a visit to the vet on Tuesday.
Many years ago his doggy ex-housemate, Loretta, broke one of his teeth roughhousing and it has been festering ever since. Apart from a really vicious case of halitosis that effected us more than him, it hadn’t seemed to be bothering the old boy. With this in mind we had decided to leave it be until it became a problem, or he had to have anything else done under anaesthesia.
That time came this week when the putrid, rotten breath became overwhelming and the vet at his annual checkup took another look at the broken chopper and thought that some dental work was in order. We agreed that a good tooth cleaning was long overdue and while he was under he would benefit from having both his snaggletooth and a growing fatty tumour on his underbelly extracted.
Tuesday was thus a nervewracking day for Bill who had to take his beloved furry pal to the vet’s for the surgery. Thankfully all went well (the tumour wasn’t anything serious) and Quince came home that afternoon with a fresh mouth and a clean bill of health. Much to our amusement he padded home carrying a little doggy bag containing a small plastic container labelled “For the tooth fairy :)”.
So, I hope you’ve guessed it by now…the “disgusting object” was the extracted canine.
No wonder his mouth reeked like a rubbish tip.
The lumpy end was actually the tip of the tooth, while the rounded end was in the gum. The vet said it was really far gone and she couldn’t believe that Quince hadn’t been obviously in pain with that in his mouth. Poor guy.
And Quince’s breath? Well, it’s not exactly violets, but we can definitely stand to be in the same room as him again now.