My most recent dentist appointment also carried with it a unique scent, but not one of sterility and cleanliness. Surrounded by birthing mothers, afterbirth, and warm manure piles - one might call the odor of our surroundings "crappy". For many and most of us this scent filled image does not conjure up notions of a dentist appointment. But if you are a horse getting your teeth worked on in the middle of winter calving season, it is definately the most logical place for some dental repair.
After watching my two beautiful girls hang in a stupor from their halters while the dentist sanded away on their teeth I was hit with two thoughts.
- Thank goodness for dental chairs - as awkward as they may seem.
- How can my dentist get me some of those drugs.
$250 dollars later my girls have smooth fresh teeth again, and I am so grateful it was not me.
