Dodged the Dental Bullet!

I'm very happy to say that while Derry is in between stage 1 and stage 2 periodontal disease, he doesn't need a cleaning at this time...because there's very little tartar to actually clean (just a little bit on the left upper jaw at the back, on a couple of his few remaining teeth).

He's also down to 4.89 kg (just a shade under 11 pounds), down about a pound from his fall check.

Of course, as soon as he got put in the carrier he started to sing his warrior song, which isn't nearly as loud as Nicki's and sounds rather plaintive and desperate to me.

Then, when we got home after the "ordeal," he zoomed out of the carrier, and lay down on the floor in a sauve and debonair pose (rather akin to Clooney's), as if it was nothing at all. Never mind that he had been shaking like a leaf on the exam table.  :-P

So, I'll keep rubbing his gums with the pet toothpaste I have, and see how things go. The vet surmised Derry might need a dental in a year or two (unless problems develop in the meantime), but not now.

Yay! That was $83 well spent, IMO. Thanks so much for the good vibes, they must have worked!

I'm not sure Smoochy Boy would agree though.

I wonder if he thinks he's hidden behind those old stalks.

Snapped yesterday after work.

Universal Blessings, Light and Mercy to All Beings.