I didn't find it very funny. I felt awful!
In February Dad took me to get my teeth cleaned. I had stinky breath and the vet said it was time for a dental appointment.
My breath was fine if you ask me.
After he dropped me off he got a call from the vet letting them know I had a big molar that needed to come out. Uh oh. So for some stupid reason they told her to go ahead and take care of it.
I felt awful when I woke up. The vet told Mom I was grumpy and looked like I wanted to bite somebody's face off. Mom said I just looked miserable.
I couldn't eat my dog food or treats. Mom made me rice and parsley when I started feeling better.
I had to take lots of medicine too. That's okay though, because that meant cheese!
They had several good laughs at my expense. Dad said I looked stoned.
