So yesterday I went back to that place I love called 'the vets' (I always like going there as there are lots of lovely smells and sometimes in the waiting room I get to stare at a cat in a basket). Anyway, the nurse led me around the back and that is the last thing I remember (apart from some very vivid dreams) until I was collected late afternoon.
I had the broken tooth removed, plus another tooth that had split and an epulis removed (a common lump that dogs can get). Yesterday evening was a bit of a blur and L & C kept smiling at me in that 'oh dear, we have a poorly pup' way and I did some excellent swaying side to side when I tried to stand up.
This morning I am back in the room!! Feeling much better (though my mouth is still a little sore). I tried to steal a ball out of the back of the car before C could notice, but she saw me and took it straight off me (I'll try and nab it again later).
Just don't call me Gappy!