Thursday, January 22, 2009
I was happily napping in the bathroom sink when Mommy snuck up on me and pried open my mouth to check my teeth! I hate when she does that. She could ask, no? Sometimes I think Mommy needs to learn some manners! Anyway, she must have found something she didn't like because she went right to the phone to call the vet to make an appointment! I think she's just paranoid about our teeth because our predecessor, Muddy, had some pretty serious dental problems before he died. I heard her say on the phone that the gums around one of my teeth was red and bled when she touched it.
The next day, my beloved Brad (The Ball Guy) came over and tricked us into our crates and off we went to the vet. I forgive him, of course. I love all the vets at this clinic. They always tell me how pretty and healthy I am and they give us treats! We had Dr. Pelligrin this time. I think Sammy has a crush on her because he gets really shy around her and always pees all over himself before we get there. She's always telling him how handsome and beautiful he is too. If I could speak English, I would've said 'Sure he's handsome, if you can get past the stench of urine'. He gets all wobbly and silly around her. What a goofball!
Dr. Pelligrin told Mommy that my weight was perfect! I'm 12 pounds and most of it is muscle. This is no news to me, though. Sammy has to lose one pound. He should train (chase soccer balls) with me and the Ball Guy and he wouldn't have that problem. He's 15 pounds! I've been calling him Fatso since we got home :P.
When Dr. Pelligrin went to examine my teeth she actually said 'I'm going to look at your teeth now, Delilah'. I looked Mommy right in the eye so I could make sure she was paying attention to how it should be done. I can only hope she picked that up. It turns out that the little toothbrushes and yummy toothpaste Mommy got us have not really been doing the trick. The vet told Mommy that I will probably need a dental cleaning in about a year and Samson will need one in 6 months. I'm only 2 and a half and Samson is 2 months younger than me! Now Mommy is going to try to brush our teeth more often because she did not like the special dental diet that one of the vets recommended (she said the ingredients were not to her liking...umm, like she has to eat it?). She thinks that because she only recently switched our food to Orijen (3 months ago) that our teeth will benefit over time about as much as our coats and activity level have since we started eating it.
Guess what? Since we got home she's already sprung one more surprise mouth prying on me to brush my teeth! This is getting ridiculous. Do any of you, my new furry friends, have rude mommies and/or daddies like me?