No More Fish Breath

When the vet tech came to get him for his dental, Grayson climbed up on a bench near the window in the waiting room and seemed to be trying to figure out how to make a getaway before I pulled him down. Poor guy. At least they spared him a little pain and gave him his vaccinations while he was still under anesthesia.
They had to pull three teeth and he's now on his second round of antibiotics, but his breath will no longer bowl you over. Now if they could only figure out how to fit him for braces...
Labels: dog, Grayson, Greyhound