When it rains

My beautiful Emma dog went in for what was supposed to be a routine dental cleaning yesterday.

Well, the vet thought it would be routine. I had my doubts, not because I know better, but because I know Emma better. Every dental cleaning she's ever had has turned up a myriad of issues. I was fully expecting this to be more of the same.

It's one of those times I wish I wasn't right.

She stayed at the hospital most of the day and was still a little groggy when I picked her up.

Poor sweet girl.

Thankfully, today she's back to her best self. I think those teeth must have been hurting her because she has been extra outgoing and happy.

And, of course, she's absolutely delighted with her current mush diet.

It's been a long, hard month in so many ways, but at least this one particular problem has resolved itself nicely. Good girl, Emma!