this is your dog. this is your dog on drugs.

If you have been around our pup for any small length of time, you will notice that she is...well...a little different.  We say "bless her heart" often, and if she weren't so cute things would be a lot different.  She's socially a disaster and is [for lack of a better term] neurotic.

I don't know how she got this way, bless her.  She's socialized and is as sweet as can be.  But she just can't help it. 

She is crate trained and when we leave the house, she goes in her crate.  She loves her crate.  It's her safe place.  And she has proven to us on numerous occasions that she just can't not be in her crate.  She turns a little crazy and gets mad and pees on the floor, gets into the trash, etc.etc.etc.  So she just goes right into her crate when we're leaving and she's as happy as can be...or so we thought.  

Well.  Apparently our little Lexi likes to chew on her crate bars, especially when she's nervous.  And the universe caught up with her and she got her teeth stuck (to the best of our knowledge) and freaked out (knowing her) and pulled her bottom right canine tooth loose and FRACTURED HER BOTTOM JAW.  

Yes.  She.  Did.  

So after 3 sets of x-rays and 3 needs for sedation and pain meds and antibiotics and an acrylic splint on her bottom teeth and a cone of shame and a future doggie root canal and too much money later, here we have it:

My doped up shamed-by-a-cone dog.

Bless.Her.Freaking.Heart.