Monsters at the Dentist Office

Yesterday I took Mom to the dentist's office to get her teeth cleaned. If she'd just eat crunchy kibble like I do, she wouldn't have to have them stick all those things in her mouth. We brush my teeth with yummy toothpaste stuff. Maybe that would work better for her than the yucky mint stuff she uses?
Anyway, I was telling you about our trip to her dentist. . . They have a really shiny elevator. I'm getting really good at riding in elevators! Do you remember when I used to be scared of the big elevator at Target? That was a long time ago, like May, I think Mom called it. I'm so good at elevators now! I even showed my friend Buddy how to ride in the elevator with the glass wall! He wasn't scared at all because I was there with him. (So was his partner Jamie, that helped too.)
I didn't sniff in the elevator or the hallways or even when we got back to the little room with the big chair. I really wanted to inspect that room and make sure it was safe for Mom. There were all sorts of funny smells in there. I wasn't sure about all that, but Mom told me to lie down by the window. I tried to tell her I needed to inspect things, but she insisted so I lay down.
She climbed on that big chair, and then the stranger lady wrapped something strange on Mom's arm. Mom wouldn't let me check it out for her and told me to lay back down. Then I heard a MONSTER! I TOLD HER I NEEDED TO MAKE SURE SHE WAS SAFE!!! I jumped up to find that monster, but Mom didn't follow me, so I stopped right beside her chair. Only the chair was higher than it had been. Mom took me back to my spot and then climbed back on that chair. I couldn't see her until she hung her feet over the sides of the chair. I was much happier with that. I was really good the whole time that strange lady kept sticking things in her mouth and making scratching sounds and then the sucking machine made noise and more scratching and whirring and sometimes the lady turned the chair, right over my head. It was hard to stay still for that, but I was good and did what Mom told me to do.
I could lay still when the chair turned, but how's a dog supposed to lay still when there's a MONSTER growling between him and his mom? Mom got back up and told me everything was okay. Finally I understood what she was saying about the chair making that noise, and when the dentist man made the chair move, I stayed down and just looked at Mom. She told me it was okay. I guess I believe her about this, too.
I sure hope we don't have to go to the dentist very often!