
I scale my dogs' teeth. Everyone has nice clean teeth, all the time, nice pink gums. Even 9.5 yr old Pow. I can do everyone in an evening, and sometimes I carry a scaler in the car so if I have a spare 10 min I can check everyone in the car who happens to be with me.
Except Oliver - I've finally gotten him to the stage where I think that doing his teeth would be easy and not traumatic - and so it is. Doing a tooth at a time, knocking the tartar off, and he's sitting in my lap just as quiet as can be. It is a little freaky for them, the sound and sensation must be very strange, but he's dealing nicely. I'll work on that, get them done over the next couple of days. So proud of him - he's gone from being drugged to be vetted and groomed (and the vet had never looked at his teeth because he couldn't be handled - what?!) to hanging out in my lap to have tartar chipped off his back molars. I'd say that's a good amount of progress. Heck, as proof, here's photos I took by myself, holding back his lip with one hand, shooting with the other. At any rate, that's a before pic, maybe I'll take another when I'm done.
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