Poor Flea. The time has come to yank our her rotting teethies. We've known for a while now that her breath was rank and her teeth were wiggly (cuz her tongue sticks out all the time). Not sure if I was hoping they'd magically un-rot themselves, but I brought her to the vet today and we made an appointment for the ol' tooth extraction. As with Sweaty, lots are comin' out.
The vet told me she, like most small dogs, are just predisposed to having bad teeth. And I actually BRUSH my dogs' teeth about 2-3 times a week - which is more than most I think. They get bones. They eat kibble. And still, their teeth defy me. BLERGH. And they are YOUNG dogs! 4 and 6.5.
So - knowing I've done my best, I resign myself to the fact that I will soon have not one but 2 gummy dogs in the house.
I actually am sort of looking forward to it, because once her gums heal she will feel MUCH better (no fun trying to eat with wind chimes in your mouth) and her breath will be spectacular. Except for post-poop sandwich eating. But I can deal with that.