About a month ago, Ramona went in to the vet for her annual check-up and shots. We were also concerned about what looked like a corn on her front, left paw.
Her regular doctor wasn't in that day, so she saw someone else. This doctor was very nice, but not too familiar with the intricacies of a greyhound (our regular vet has a greyhound of his own). She examined Ramona and recommended a dental visit sooner than later, since she had two or three teeth with their roots exposed, which would need to be pulled.
Fast-forward to this morning. Ramona's dental cleaning (and extractions) were scheduled for today with our regular doctor. When Eric took her in, the vet said that he'd know better after the x-rays, but that it looked like she'd probably need to have six to eight teeth removed.
By the way, greyhounds have 42 teeth.
After calls and updates throughout the day, we went to pick up Ramona, now 23 teeth lighter.
TWENTY-THREE EFFING TEETH.
Our poor baby!! I mean, to have 23 bad teeth, she must have been in some serious pain on a regular basis. And her recovery... will take awhile.
Eric feels really guilty, but they assured us that there's nothing we could have done differently, that racing greyhounds have notoriously bad teeth, and that a year or two's difference ultimately wouldn't have saved any teeth.
Her mouth and tongue are currently very swollen, she's scared and woozy from the drugs, and she's not sure what to do. It makes my heart hurt for her.
But, at least her breath won't be so stinky, right?