Gotta take Doo Dog in for a teeth cleaning today. The anesthetic is so hard on him: it takes him a couple of days before he’s not groggy and wobbly anymore. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t feel like it was important for his health. It’s just that he has gotten so weird anymore about anyone getting in his mouth that I can’t see if he’s rubbing his face a lot because it feels good or because something is bugging him. He always had bad teeth and been prone to decay and infection. So, it’s hard to tell, at his age, what’s worse: having to fight off infection or having to recover from anesthesia. At least the vet uses a relatively easy sedative that doesn’t make him totally unconscious. But still … Momma worries.