The poor guy had to spend the eve of his birthday getting his teeth cleaned under anesthesia at the vet's office. (Pretty horrible way to spend it, if you ask me.) But his teeth look much nicer. It seems like no matter what we give him to chew, or how often I brush his teeth, they get bad so quickly... anyway, the vet recommended that we keep trying with the tooth brushing, and to maybe supplement with a water pik. I don't think this makes me much of a prognosticator, but I predict that this is not going to go over well. Or as we would say in my family when I was growing up, "It is going to go over like a pregnant pole-vaulter." Or when we weren't being so nice, "like a turd in a punch bowl."
Anyway, Happy Birthday, Argos. We'll get you something nice over the weekend. Right now, I give you the gift of oral health.
|Worst. Birthday Present. Ever.|