It's that time of year again.
|The Mobile Equine Dental Clinic of Dr. Sarah Metcalf, DVM|
"Hi Fiddle! Step right into the office, and Dr. Metcalf will be with you in just a moment."
|Tegan is Dory's new grandchild--|
the happy result of "family restructuring."
She loves being a BARN KID!
Fiddle has been here before. Dental visits used to be a big deal...now, they are an annual routine.
When the sedation has taken hold,
|Fee is a "happy drunk"|
Sarah examines the patient's bite and grind patterns.
|"I can't feel my lips. Do I still have lips?"|
Then she fires up the power tools to grind off the sharp "hooks" and make everything flat and comfortable again.
|Sarah has biceps like "Rosie the Riveter"|
She checks her work visually, and follows up with a manual exam.
For an Arab, this requires about 12 inches of hand-and-wrist. To manually examine Fee's back molars, Sarah goes elbow-deep.
"Rinse, and spit."
One last check to make sure the alignment is okay. Then, the patient is released to go walk off the sedation. Although Fee burns quickly through sedative (as evidenced on Spay Day, when she was extremely difficult to sedate for surgery!) we don't give her any extra, because she doesn't wiggle around in the stocks even when she's mostly awake.
|"Are those my lips? I still can't feel my lips..."|
|Note that Fee's head is almost exactly the |
same size as ALL of Tegan.
"Sorry, Fiddle. No cookies until you wake all the way up!
Come visit me soon and I will give you more!"