Say Cheese!

Warning: If you do not love dogs, you will not care about this post. You may stop reading and return to my blog another day. There. Now nobody can roll there eyes.

This afternoon I had to brush Cosby's teeth. Even I, a true dog lover, have conflicting feelings about this. It seems a bit weird and excessive. On the other hand, over the years I have put off doing this and every few years I end up having the vet money to professionally clean his teeth which in turn leads to them telling me that he needs several infected teeth pulled. And they never seem to want to do this for free. Also certain breeds such as Boston Terriers are more prone to dental infection. Plus the more teeth a dog has already had pulled, the less they can chew and the more specific their diet is, which ends up limiting how much dental hygiene the dog can take care of by itself. It is also worth considering that dental infection can quickly lead to fatal heart infections. Cosby has overcome a few near death experiences, so I probably shouldn't take a chance with his heart.

So that leaves me and Cosby stuck in a bind. I can ignore his teeth and pay money when something bad happens and risk death, or I can be a good pet owner and brush his teeth despite the awkwardness. I have chose to start brushing his teeth more regularly. He hates it but its for his own good. I've tried to make the experience more fun by singing the "Brush Your Teeth" song to him while I do it so that at least he gets to hear a cheerful melody. He has less than 10 teeth left in his poor puppy mouth, so it doesn't take too long. I love my little Cosby and hope that he lives a long time.