Basset Revenge

I finally broke down and made a dentist appointment after much nagging from my wife and mother. It has been about 8 years since I made the trip to the chair. Anyway, the dentist that was recommended to me was booked until the end of March so I had nothing to worry about for awhile. I also scheduled Quincy to get his teeth cleaned, and he has to go the vet Thursday.
I was making fun of him this weekend, and not being very nice as Sarah would say. Well, apparently the pleasantly plump Basset has some connections because I got a phone call Monday telling me I can see the dentist on Thursday. So the lesson to be learned here is that Basset Hounds must be the patron saints of dentists. You have been warned.