Doggie Dentist

At 4 years old it was time to take Tate in for his first teeth cleaning. I dropped my spunky tater-bug off at 8am and was told it would only take a couple of hours. Around 11am I called to check on him and the gal at the desk said "Oh um, I'll have to have the Dr call you"! I hung up the phone and my mind raced with worst case scenario's... I immediately burst into tears. The Dr finally called me mid afternoon with the bad news that Tate's teeth were deformed and some where even missing enamel. He had 3 abscesses and would need extractions. Around 5pm, I was finally allowed to pick him up. The poor little thing was still loopy from the anesthesia, he couldn't walk and just whimpered softly as the Dr handed him to me.

Once home, I held him on my chest and just tried to comfort him. Even Moki was concerned, he snuggled right next to us all night. 

Tate has recovered fast and is back to his happy stinker self!