The Dentist

Today I went to the vet, but not just for a vet visit, I went for something far more sinister. I had a dentist appointment. Mom assured me my teeth would feel so much better afterwards.

I always arrive at the vet in style. I have my personal servant chauffeur drive me in a climate control truck limo while I wear designer blankets suits and dog converse shoes. I don't go into the back common horse entrance, oh no, a celebrity like me enters through the front. I stroll on in the front door and every one know exactly who I am. My personal vet assistant comes and brings me to my awaiting room and my vet, Dr. Gryl.

I'm not the biggest fan of Dr. Gyl, sure she cares about my health and Mom claims she's an amazing vet but all I get is the pain end of the deal! No thank you! She even tried to trick me into eating some treats, but I knew her game, they were probably filled with poison or something else really icky! I refused to eat them, but gladly took treats from those who don't hurt me. While waiting for everything to be set up all the clinic employees, interns, and even a couple customers came in to visit me. No one can resist coming to have a peek at the smallest most dashingly handsome mini there ever was. But, I digress. Like always, Dr. Gryl stabbed me with a sharp piece of something but unlike every other time I began to feel soooo sleeepppy... I couldn't even hold my head up or walk! (Thanks for the embarrassing photos, Mom!)
They rinsed my mouth out with funny tasting water using a big syringe (you can see it in the picture) and then fitted me with horrible metal head gear. I heard every one taking about how I was so little the gear didn't really fit and how I couldn't fit into the stocks or on a stand so they would have to hold my head up. Mom used a lead rope to hold my face up while Brooke, the vet assistant, held the metal head gear away from my eyes and in the proper place, and Dr. Gryl did the "floating" though it should really be called "annoying feeling like there's a bug up your nose," or "A.F.L.T.B.U.Y.N." for short.

 Since I'm so little it didn't take them long to finish my teeth. Which was good because I hate that metal taste in my mouth-yucko! I'm sure glad I don't wear a bit! I still felt really sleepy, but at least I could sort of pick my head up now and I could finally walk. As I left more people came out to come see me and other came to see me again. I wasn't in a mood to really deal with any of my fans, I just wanted to go home and sleep. Mom loaded me up in my truck limo and took me home so I could sleep off the medicine and recover from my day. She says my teeth look so perfect now and they're lined up so pretty. I haven't looked in the mirror yet so I'll have to take her word for it. I do know that they feel a lot better. There are no more sharp points jabbing my cheeks! Remember to always care for your horse's teeth, even those yearlings and two year olds like me. I'm off to go finish my nap then eat a well deserved lunch. Until next time, I'm out!