My dental appointment this morning took three hours. I ended up getting three teeth prepped for crowns instead of two, and impressions made for a bridge to fill in the space where one tooth was removed. (I got temporary crowns and a temporary bridge to hold me over for the two weeks it will take to get the permanent ones back).
The work wasn't too painful, but there was a lot of blood because of having three teeth cut down around the gumline. I have a headache now, too, which is typical for me whenever I get the numbing shots dentists use. Since I knew the work would take hours and I wouldn't feel great afterward, I took the day off work.
When I got home just now, the dogs were thrilled to see me. George was his typical boisterous, good natured self. He jumped up and down and wagged and ran around in circles in his excitement. Ginger reacted much differently.
As soon as I entered the gate she knew something had happened. I kneeled down to pet her, and she sniffed my mouth very, very carefully and then looked into my eyes with warmth and concern. She's been subdued and by my side ever since.
My Ginger is such a good dog! Intelligent, protective, and full of more compassion than most humans I know. She does her best to take care of us. I love her so much.