Sinking My Teeth Into This

By Jim Hagarty

I am in the wrong field.

Come to think of it, these days, I am not in any field. I am sort of in the ditch, staring over the fence into the field.

Take the field of veterinary services, for example. I recently got an itemized estimate for a teeth cleaning of my dog. The work will be billed at $20 per minute. Not per hour. Per minute. That is $1,200 per hour. The outside estimate for the job is $1,400, unless a tooth or two needs pulling, then we’re talking $2,000 plus. The dog weighs 13 pounds. He can stick his head in my running shoe, and his nose reaches the toe.

Or take dental services. I recently sat down in the chair and had my teeth cleaned and polished. However, an X-ray showed a cavity, so it was filled. I was in and out of the office in 40 minutes. I have taken baths longer than that. The bill for this spruce up of my chompers was $711. That works out to $1,066 an hour.

Dog – $1,200 an hour; human – $1,066 an hour.

Obviously, teeth is where it is all at these days. Human, canine, no matter.

At the very least, the Tooth Fairy oughta be able to increase the payouts.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.