Anyway, I'm sitting here on a mile-high pile of eggshells and holding my breath while my Torny is under anesthesia getting his teeth cleaned, butt shaved, and bloodwork drawn. Because of his under-developed brain (cerebellar hypoplasia - he's literally retarded) and his asthma, he doesn't cope well with any surgeries and I'm just sick to death worrying about my buddy.
All four of us took him to the vet this morning because I pathetically needed that much emotional support. After that, we headed to the fillet of Chick to drown my psychotic worries in a numero uno con queso. It tasted like an edible hug. Anyway, send lucky thoughts in our direction for my retarded fur nugget.Update: Tony did great and came out of surgery like a champ although he is fuming pissed and hissing at everything within a 1 mile radius. He did have one cavity but his bloodwork was perfect. Hooray!
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I'm glad Tony is okay! Franklin just had his teeth cleaned and rear end examined (I do believe in dogs, the term is "glands expressed") and was SO MAD at me when he got home. Dude wouldn't even come sit in my lap, and he is such a lap dog!
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