I wondered why lately, Farnsworth hasn't been chewing his bones.
I give them each a cow hoof to gnaw on and Flea goes INSANE on hers. Her teeth are like steel. But lately, Reggie takes his, gingerly deposits it on his bed, lies beside it and stares at me. For some reason, I thought he was just trying to guard it and wanted me out of the room before he started chewing. Now, I know otherwise.
I was examining their mouths last night. Been meaning to book Reggie for a dental cleaning. When much to my surprise, I noticed that ALL of his little front teeth (and I mean little, they are about half a cm) and a few of the front bottom ones are on the brink of falling right out of his mouth. His mouth is pretty nasty but I don't think those teeth are rotting out. I think they got knocked loose. I remember him running into something last week (I honestly can't remember what, now. Possibly my steel-toe boot. I KID! I KID PEOPLE!!)...but I DO remember him licking at his chops, like it had hurt. So, I think his grill got knocked loose.
I'm no expert, but I think they gotta come out. I mean, what do you do with wobbly teeth? Good lord. When Reggie's adult teeth started coming in, he was all Big Book of British Smiles - there wasn't enough room for all of them. So, they had to yank a few. SEVEN to be exact. And now, he'll have to get more taken out. He's gonna be all Alfred E. Newman. All Mike Tyson. All South Porcupine!
I feel sooooooo bad for the little shit. Maybe the vet will have pity and give him some fake gold teeth for his smile.
I am a bad, bad dog mom.