A dog story

My alternate title for this post was "If Izzy were a crackhead," but I decided that might be PG for "adult content - drug use" and get me screened by the blog police. BUT, if Izzy were a crackhead, this is what she'd look like...

Hilarious, huh? But this begs the question of why my sweet puppy looks drugged. Well, she was drugged. Conscious sedation. For a doggie dentist appointment. Both she and Jonesy got the royal treatment on their pearly whites last week in an attempt to minimize future doggie dental costs as well as curb an outbreak of dog breath. The vet said they both did well, but Izzy was apparently a light-weight in the sedation department and spent the whole day recovering in a lethargic stupor. She spent the whole ride home looking very worried, as always occurs with her in the car (she is one carsick pup); I'm guessing they gave her doggie Phenergan though because she didn't throw up, which is a first for her.

Jonesy on the other hand, was in hog dog heaven. He loves him a car ride, especially with the window down and the wind whipping through his hair fur. He wasn't as zonked as Izzy, but I did catch him falling asleep with his head propped up, enjoying the breeze.

Dallas won't be due (in our opinion) for a cleaning for another couple years, but she was very sad to be left out of the big adventure. She just kept sniffing the other two all evening, like they were foreign material. Especially their little shaved arms where their little doggie IVs had been. But she shouldn't be too sad; they'll all get to go to the kennel together for our California trip in a couple weeks.