
At the end of last week Elvis stopped eating dog food. I took this as a sign that I was started to spoil him a little too much and he was becoming a very picky eater, but that's the last time it crossed my mind until Saturday.
Saturday morning he woke shivering. I thought he may be cold and put his jammies on, but he continued to shake. Then I noticed his slanted eyes. I usually take this as a sign of a headache, so I gave him some puppy asprin. When tugged a bit on his whiskers, he yelled at me. LOUD. So, I took a look in his mouth. He had a tooth half missing in the front, all I could see was root, and it was very swollen, red, and puss filled. I started giving him amoxacillan daily until we could get to the vet.
On the vet visit, the Dr. wanted to remove the tooth root asap, because infected teeth and gums are a big hazard. He went in this morning at 9am for surgery. I finished up there around 9:15am and headed to work. Around 10am, the vet called and said she was finished... in only an HOUR! And I had just said to myself "poor little Eby is prolly just going under right now..." when the phone rang!
So, tooth removed, he is a MUCH happier camper! But the Vet did say no more tug-of-war!