Today my precious baby Ozzy dog is getting a root canal. Poor guy broke one of his teeth (one of the pointy front top ones) and now he has to get it repaired. So he's spending the day at the friendly neighborhood animal dentist.
Here's the Oz in the exam room, looking fearfully up at the stainless steel table top. Actually, he's probably wondering why he hasn't been fed any breakfast yet, and when exactly breakfast will be served. I'll pick him up this afternoon, and I'll most likely spend the evening cuddling him while the anesthesia wears off.