"Our" dentist is a really great guy. He does an awesome job and is excellent with the horses. Always calm always willing to explain what he's doing and and why he's doing it.
Crispin was a good boy. He wasn't thrilled but let the dentist do his job (since I already knew about the wolf teeth from the PPE he got sedated early on).
The wolf teeth were one thing but Crispin's also starting to get his first permanent front teeth (and one of them wasn't pushing the baby teeth off the right way) so the "caps" had to go too. There was next to no need to do much floating. Just two tiny hooks.
Before:

And after: (it's a bit bloody)

Pulling a tooth:

The take:

Wolf teeth:

The caps:

The survivor:

...I took home the teeth but didn't really know what to do with them. Since I did not want them to lie about I put them into the only source of alcohol I had at hand: Bacardi Rum!
