What we do for love.

Score:
George: Minus two teeth.
Me: Minus five-hundred dollars.

The woman at the desk had the good manners to wince when she gave me the total, and the good news is that I specifically asked for x-rays to make sure they got everything they had to get. I'm told that what few teeth remain are in "pretty darn good shape."

He's purring. He's eating. He's happy.

So I'm happy.