Revy has a harder time keeping her teeth nice and clean since she's on a softened kibble diet and doesn't get bones to chew. This morning, I had a sneaking suspicion that something was afoot. Revy was acting normal, but something in the back of my mind told me to check her over to see if she was okay.
In her mouth, I discovered this:
Yeah... one doozy of a cracked tooth. The smaller part actually wiggles. It wasn't bleeding, but it was obvious that it was cracked all the way to the pulp. I'm pretty sure it happened yesterday, when she ran outside and promptly face-planted into the side of the house at corgi-miles-per-hour. She has a scrape on her forehead from the same incident. I already knew what would need to happen, so I called the vet and scheduled an appoint to "check the tooth and, you know, schedule an extraction." Those were my words. The receptionist thought I was joking.
We got to the clinic and met with our vet. She took a peek inside Revy's mouth to see the extent of the damage. The vet and I had a mildly hilarious exchange:
Vet: "Luckily, this is fixable! It's just a slab fracture."
Me: "No dude, look at it from this angle..."
Vet: ".... oh. OH. Yeah, that's not fixable."
On Monday, Revy goes in for an extraction and a bone graft... and I will be roughly $450 poorer. Thanks Revy. Thanks for being the Most Expensive Dog in the World. Happy Birthday to me.... not.