Visiting the Horse Dentist

Reader Contribution by Cactus Jack Splash
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I was a good boy for the dentist, and I didn’t even get a lollipop. What is up with that?

Here I am just after getting my sedative. Okay, so I am a light weight when it comes to drugs. One shot and I could hardly stand, I couldn’t figure out what to do with my hind feet. The DOR thought I was going to sit down or fall over, it looked like I would for a minute or two. The dentist assured both of us he had never seen that happen. I am not sure why we would believe him, his version of a greeting was putting his hand in my mouth up to the middle of his forearm while I was standing outside in the paddock, I don’t think he has learned his manners.

So here I am getting my mouth inspected. Dakota took this picture, he thinks the glow around the dentist makes him look like an angel-whatever, that is not what I was thinking. Hey, wait I was stoned and thinking about clover, alfalfa, apple asses, and pretty mares.

The dentist decided I needed to rinse and spit before he started working. Seems my mouth wasn’t to clean, it had grass stashed here and there, how did he know those weren’t my special pieces of grass? I hope he washed his hands before he got started.

So now the real work starts, I need my sharp points ground down. I wouldn’t have minded so much, but he was interfering with my drug induced stupor. What is the point of giving me drugs and then bugging me?

Here we are at the end of the procedure. The drugs were starting to wear off, I was shaking my head around. Rather than give me more of the good stuff, the dentist just had the DOR hold my head. I should have acted really bad so I could get just a bit more of that sedative.

The dentist says I am good for a year and that I behaved really well. I went out and enjoyed the nice weather while the rest of the drug wore off. Then the DOR put me in with Freedom. It is the first time I have felt bad for the old fart, without any teeth he doesn’t get to see the dentist and enjoy that goofy shot. Oh well he gets to eat really good mush and he doesn’t share any with me, so I guess it evens out.

See if you can get your DOR to schedule a dental visit for you. It isn’t bad, the drugs are great, and that way when you reach Freedom’s age you will have most if not all of your teeth.

Enjoy your day and don’t forget to hug your DOR!

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