Chubs, the Little Horse

Hey friends, it’s Chubs again.

I’d like to talk about something very important today. No, not carrots (although those are always important). I’m talking about teeth. Specifically, the day I had to get my teeth floated.

Now, if you’re wondering what “floating” is, let me explain. You see, horse teeth don’t stop growing like hooman teeth do. As we chew, our teeth wear down unevenly, which can lead to sharp edges or uncomfortable points that make eating painful. That’s where the tooth lady comes in. Once a year, she visits to smooth everything out so we can eat comfortably again. Sounds simple, right?

Wrong.

The experience itself? Not so great.

It all started when my little girl walked up, patting my neck and saying, “It’s like when I go to the dentist, Chubs!” Well, if that’s the case, I now understand why she hates the dentist. Because I hated this.

The tooth lady is actually very nice. I like her. She’s gentle, she talks to me in a kind voice, and she even gives me pats. But here’s the thing—I like her everywhere else except in my mouth. And that, unfortunately, is exactly where she needed to be.

First, they gave me a little something to make me sleepy. Not enough to knock me out, just enough to make sure I didn’t try to leave halfway through. Then she put this weird contraption in my mouth to hold it open. That part? Not fun. The sound of the float (the tool she uses to file my teeth down)? Even less fun.

After what felt like forever, the tooth lady finally finished. My mouth felt weird, but I had to admit—my teeth didn’t hurt anymore. It was easier to chew, and my hay didn’t poke the inside of my cheeks like it had been. I guess that part wasn’t so bad.

So, do I like getting my teeth floated? No.
Would I rather skip it next year? Yes.
Do I understand why I need it? Unfortunately, also yes.

If you ever wondered why hoomans make sure we get this done, it’s because sharp teeth can cause all sorts of problems. If our mouths hurt, we don’t eat well. If we don’t eat well, we don’t feel well. And if we don’t feel well, well… that’s just bad for everyone.

So, even though I’d rather be doing literally anything else, I’ll admit that getting my teeth floated is a necessary evil. But I still think my little girl owes me extra carrots for putting up with it.

Until next time, friends—may your hay be soft, your snacks be plenty, and your teeth stay nice and smooth. 🐴