Precious was a 10 year old, 4 pound teacup toy poodle.  And like most precious things, Precious was breakable.  Her parents found that out the hard way today. 
"We carry her everywhere, and don't even let her go outside to the bathroom.  I just set her down to make myself a snack and she didn't get her legs under her quite the right way.  The next thing we knew, blood was coming from her mouth!" Precious' exasperated parents recounted as they rushed into the clinic.  "Do you think she's hurt bad?" they questioned worriedly.
The only thing I knew for sure was that she smelled bad.  My sniffer is usually pretty good at sensing when things are wrong, and by the smell of it, something had crawled up and died in Precious' mouth long ago.
Mother got the worried look on her face when she looked at the little dog with red syrup dripping from her mouth and teeth jutting out at odd angles.  "Well, judging by the look of her, she might have broken her jaw" was the first thing mother could offer.  But no sooner did mother try to peek under Precious' lips than she was met with ugly brown teeth snapping at her.  "Oh, don't mind her" Precious' mom said "she doesn't like strangers". 

"It's good to know that her mouth isn't bothering her too much to keep her from biting" mother offered politely. 

Precious got a poke so that she would relax for the black and white pictures.  She wasn't fully asleep but she lied still enough for mother to feel the tell-tale grinding in Precious' jaw.  "Her jaw is definitely broken" mother told Precious' parents.  They sat astonished, "but she barely brushed the ground, how can that be?" they questioned.

"From the look of the x-rays, most of her teeth are rotten and the gum infection turned into a bone infection and weakend her jaw bone.  All it took was one little bump and then it broke.  She even swallowed one of her teeth -- you can see it in her stomach!"  mother pointed out.

So the angry little Precious dog got medicine to fight off the infection and directions to the nearest dog dentist to have her jaw repaired.  I see my folks send toothbrushes and toothpaste home with lots of their furry patients.  I guess no one ever showed Precious how to care for her teeth -- either that or she tried to kill the toothbrush.  I guess it won't matter now, judging by the way her mouth smelled I don't think she'll have any teeth left after the dentist gets done with her!