We had a visit from the guinea pig dentists on Thursday. Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry were coming to see Mummy and they brought their dentist kit. They were trained by the Cambridge Cavy Trust to do our teeth without anaesthetic, which the vets don’t like, apparently, but it was okay and soon done, and we didn’t have to be in our boxes to be driven anywhere (especially to the noisy vets with all those barking, yelping and crying dogs).
First to be done were Midge and Kevin. Midge has had comments about his teeth on both his last vet visits, but they were comments about the opposite sides of his mouth, so Mummy knew something was self-correcting. Apparently his teeth were a little long, and had mostly done too much wearing away of the top ones, so they’ve been adjusted to get them better balanced.
Kevin was very glad not to be driven to see them. He’s been to see them a couple of times and he says it’s a LONG way. Mummy says it’s not as far as the Cambridge Cavy Trust, which is where George had to go, and George used to get car sick. Poor George. I don’t mind going in the car. I’ve only done short journeys though.
Kevin’s teeth were more or less fine, but he fussed a bit about having them done, until he realised Auntie Shirley wasn’t going to let him go. His front teeth are fine again, too.
Oscar’s teeth were one of the things Mummy wanted checked because he’s not been eating hay and he’s been drinking a lot and losing weight. Uncle Barry said he had very long front molars, but the back ones were fine, so maybe he couldn’t move the hay through to the back. He sorted him out and when Oscar came back, he started eating the fresh hay Mummy gave us. Then he went and sulked in the corner.
Then I had mine looked at and I didn’t like it at all. I tried wriggling a lot and Auntie Shirley told me all the others had been very calm, and what was my problem? Well, I didn’t like it, that was my problem. But Uncle Barry took some sharp corners off the front of my molars and they do feel better now. So I suppose it was worth it.
Thank you, Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry, and thank you for treating Mummy to lunch and staying for tea and talking about books. Books are good.
3 thoughts on “The dentist visited us”
You boys are incredibly lucky to have dental house calls!
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Good grief – I hate the dentist. Were you calm and compliant so they could work on your teeth?
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I hate going to the dentist. But it sure would be nice to be treated in my own house like you were! I’m glad everything is good with your toofies!
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