It might be the people food he's given, or the fact that he chews on one side of his mouth 99% of the time, but Oliver needed his teeth cleaned professionally last week. Not one, but two, but three legs were searched for a strong enough vein to withhold the anesthesia IV. Poor dog, comes home, numb in the mouth, drooling on my arm, wobbly on his legs. If I get this worked up about my dog, can you imagine when I have the four kids I've been dreaming about?
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