Gio had to go to the vet yesterday for his first ever teeth cleaning. I don't normally have any anxiety over dentistry, but for him it felt different. They had to put him under, which surprised me at first, but then made total sense because how else would you clean a dog's teeth? It's not like you can just tell him to lean back comfortably in this chair and stare at the soothing image of rolling hills tacked to the ceiling. So we dropped him off at 8:15 in the morning and told him to be a good boy and then we left. Aloy, our puppy, was a little confused and cried on the car ride home, but then she realized that all of the dog toys were hers for the day, so she was fine.
I don't know why I had such anxiety over this. It's not like he was going to be in any pain whatsoever. In fact, our vet is so awesome that he was even texting us pictures of Gio beforehand to show that he was being treated wonderfully, not that we had any doubt.
And everything went perfectly, of course. The weird part was when The Mr went to pick him up and brought him to the bookshop where I work afterward. Gio was so dazed from the anesthetic that he didn't even notice me when they walked by my desk. That part was a little heartbreaking, but then he did see me and he sleepily came over, his tail lazily curled (because he doesn't wag, for some reason?), and it was all okay.
And then The Mr told me something really weird. The vet had found a hair stuck in Gio's mouth.
Me: That's not that weird. He produces much fur.
The Mr: No... stuck in the roof of his mouth.
The Mr: YEAH. THE VET HAD TO PULL IT OUT.
Me: WHAT. IS THAT NORMAL?
The Mr: I DON'T KNOW.
And now I can't stop obsessing over the fact that A HAIR WAS GROWING OUT OF THE ROOF OF MY DOG'S MOUTH AND HOW IS THAT EVEN A THING THAT CAN HAPPEN? And I keep asking The Mr all of these questions and he's all "EMELIE I'VE TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW."
So I texted my vetthis adorable photo of Gio getting his breakfast in bed this morning because he was still kind of groggy and didn't want to get up to eat and the vet responded with "Awww," and then I was all "Also, there was a hair lodged in his mouth WTF?!" and he hasn't gotten back to me yet. So, you know, that's... what's happening here? Just a normal day, I guess?
I'll keep you all updated.
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