A Trip to the Dentist (part 1)

This is a multi-part series.

Part 1 (this is what you are reading now)

My journey to finding a dentist who will spiffy up my grill has made some progress.

I should probably thank you folks who offered the suggestions but none of them ended up being helpful. So, shame on you!

Many of the places were too busy and couldn’t fit me in for an appointment soon enough. I have to leave in a couple weeks to work out of state. My fault for not trying to handle this sooner.

Anyway, it is hard to find a sedation dentist. At least close to St. Cloud. And the nearby ones were booked for my timeframe.

One office, (not naming names) told me they don’t do sedation but instead, they would sprinkle essential oils about. That does not comfort me. They also said they had a dog for therapy.

Maybe I’m the weird one but someone flinging oil all over me and having a filthy dog gnawing at my hand while getting mouth-work done is not a positive.

I like dogs but if they want jobs then they should be airport dogs or those blind people dogs that fetch beer and send emails and stuff. Not filthy dental lap-dogs.

And also, you know what dogs love? Blood! Say the dentist pulls a tooth and then blood splashes out on the dog. It gets a taste of human blood and it remembers it deep down wolf instincts.

Now, this dirty, bloodthirsty creature is in your lap and wants more blood while you’re tied down and shooting blood everywhere. I’m sure you can see how that would go. Hint, not well.

Anyway, I’m going to Lake Baldwin Dental. They use real drugs, not animal slave labor, and voodoo. Wish me luck.