
Leslie here.
Now that the “scary” part is over, I will post about Deuce’s trip to the dentist.
About two weeks ago, I noticed a grey color to Deuce’s lower canine.
Because he is such a “chewer of things” I thought nothing other than it was a staining from some stick he had been gnawing on. The next day, the grey color remained, and the other lower canine did not have that appearance.
After a trip to the vet, it was determined that Deuce had pulpitis from some form of trauma to his tooth.
My husband and I wracked our brains trying to determine when a trauma might have occurred, but almost every activity Deuce partakes in could have been culprit.
“I wonder if it’s the rocks he chews?” was our best guess. Deuce picks up the round-ish river rock in our rainwater runoff drains, and flings them in the air. He also dives into the piles of rocks in an attempt to capture lizards… his favorite thing in all the world. Well, except maybe dinner.
Deuce went under anesthetic, and had his tooth pulp removed. He has been taking antibiotics all week, inside small hunks of cheese. He thinks he’s extra special to be getting cheese. Well, Extra Extra special, in this case.
He has his follow up visit this Friday. I expect good news that all is well. In a few months we get to decide on a material for his tooth cap. Stainless steel seems the most durable, but we are undecided on the aesthetics of that choice.
We have been being silly, and have talked about a little cat shaped inlay in the tooth cap. Like I said, being silly.
I think Deuce would prefer a lizard shaped inlay…
pause,
Leslie