Harley McGuire

Well folks, the 8^th day of September, 2011 turned out to be the day I met up again with Dr. Nary for some serious action. When Mom took me to my favorite park early in the morning I should have been suspicious. Only after we walked into the office of Vetra Nary and “they” snatched me up off the ground and whisked me away did the rat begin to stink.

From there on I didn’t remember much at all.

It was later in the day when I was safely back in the comfort of my own forever-home that I learned of the details relating to my painful adventure. It was by listening to Mother relate to our caring friends who made telephone inquiries that I found out just what had happened to me.

Seems right off the bat, we had been put off for one hour after we promptly arrived at our scheduled appointment at 8:30 AM. Mom was miffed but decided to go have breakfast and then do some shopping since, by then, the stores would be open and after which she could go back and consult with Ms. Nary because I would be fully “zapped” and a more informed and detailed plan of action could be set forth.

When Mother returned by 10:00 AM, guess what? I still hadn’t been admitted to the Twilight Zone and you-know-who was getting more steamed by the minute.

Well, eventually Dr. Nary’s assistant went out and spoke with my mommy, telling her that for sure I’d have to have that rotten tooth yanked (no surprise) and also some others.

Mom wanted to know exactly how many and even indicated if she didn’t find out in advance “just clean my dog’s teeth and I’ll take him home.” It  was then the assistant consulted further with Doc, came back and invited Mommy to view my next to lifeless body whereby she could have a bird’s eye view and detailed description of the gory and totally sick condition of what remained of my teeth.

It didn’t take long to figure out this Vetra Nary knew her stuff. Seems she prodded into not only my rotten bottom tooth but one next to it as well, and convinced you-know-who that major steps were necessary to correct this vile situation.

Doc further wiggled my unhinged jaw which was almost as loose as the rotten tooth . . . further evidence that without the previously discussed “special wiring” my jaw might possibly be rendered totally useless forever.

Then she bared some of my “uppers” which as indicated by the black gunk at the gum line were destined to go bye-bye as well. So, it seems a total of 6 or 8 no longer pearly whites had essentially already bitten the dust anyway.

And so it was. My immediate fate was decided for me and Mother was advised to return at 3:30 in the afternoon and I would be ready to go home.

Some of the fascinating procedures applied on my motionless little body:

• Exotic Anes/Draw/Transport
• Ultrasonic Scale & Polish K-9 incl anes. This includes ultrasonic scale, manual scale, polish, intravenous fluids (including iv catheter and insert), pulse ox, blood pressure, antibiotic injection, pain reliever injection if needed
• Extractions, multiple
• Write In/Professional Service Wiring jaw
• Radiographs, Setup & first view
• Convenia Injection (per ml)
• Buprenix Injection
• Pain Reliever
• Isoflurane-additional/15 minutes
• Buprenex oral suspension

WHEW! Lucky for me I was out of it and, believe me, Mom was wishing to be lying on that table right beside me.

When Mom came to get me, she was told that it was probably because my aching teeth were no longer an issue that my disposition had vastly improved because I was actually being agreeable with Dr. Nary and her associates . . . no more growling, snarling, and trying to bite them . . . with or without rotten teeth.

We left with our instructions and the atmosphere within the clinic was much more amicable than it had been earlier in the day. However, the suggestion was again thrown out that a phone call notifying a change in appointment scheduling would be a favorable future consideration.

Oh yes, Mother was assured that I would, indeed, be capable of eating when I so desired. As yet that “desire” hasn’t been dire until Mom baked me up some chicken breasts and hand fed me. Hey, who could resist.

The next step in my recovery will be a follow-up X-ray in one month to find out if removal of the wire is in order without gravity owning my jaw.

I was grumpy during the night and forced good old Ma to get up out of bed and apply some of that soothing “gum numbing” stuff in my mouth. I’m now kissing sweet and Mommy likes kissing. She’s lucky to have me. In fact, we’re lucky to have each other. If ever there was a match made in Heaven or a union that will last “Until Death Do Us Part” we fit the bill.

No lasting mean, cross, hateful deeds between us as is common among humanoids. She looks out for me because that’s what she promised she would do when she adopted me.  I’m now convinced that even the horrid green pills were for my own good and I’m ashamed that today I gave her a bad time when she took me out for the purpose of allowing me “relief” when it was barely sprinkling rain.

Bad dog, but I knew I would get away with it.

Lovingly,

Harley McGuire  

Mark your calendars to vote in the City of Sedona Special election November 8, 2011