Burger had his first dentist appointment today. We left him at the clinic for the day because the procedure required anesthesia. It’s definitely easier to clean a dog’s teeth when they’re not snapping every few seconds. Burger, who usually turns into a nervous wreck at the vet, whined at the door as we waited for the technician to take him away. We were all sad to see him go, but healthy teeth mean a healthier dog, and we want Burger with us for a long time.
Fortunately, the cleaning went very well. We learned that chihuahuas often have dental problems, but Burger seems to be an exception. This was his first professional cleaning, and the vet was pleased that no extractions were needed. The nightly tooth-brushing — or rather, the brushing/wrestling routine Sherry does — must be helping. Many dogs of his breed start losing teeth or developing decay after only a couple of years, yet Burger is nearly five and came through with all his teeth intact, no decay, and minty-fresh breath.
The vet even gave him a new bandana, which made him look extra charming. Hello, Mr. Sparkle Teeth.
Once we got home and removed his IV bandage, I managed to get a better photo. He was eager to put the vet’s office behind him and relax at home. Isn’t he a handsome little guy?
We’re truly relieved everything went smoothly. The house felt a bit empty without him during the day. Welcome back, Burgs — we love you.
