I completely understand your concern, and I would be apprehensive too - totally natural.
$450 is a lot to spend for cleaning teeth. We don't even keep track of what we spend on Ricky each year
we don't want to know! As far as cleaning teeth, we get a deal. We have his teeth cleaned when in residence in Mexico by a very professional young Vet who is up on all the latest, current research..........US$40. We have him groomed once a week while here by Luz Lucaya - hair cut (trim or complete cut as desired), bath, brush out - the works.......US$25 plus generous tip. Last week when we took Ricky in to Luz' shop, she was working on Oakley a gorgeous grey and white Havanese who had just had a puppy cut. He was the friendliest, sweet guy about Ricky's size. We asked Luz where he lived but she did not know. We would really like to connect with his owners. Ricky goes in again this next Wednesday at noon for another spa treatment before we return to California later this week. I will try to remember to take a picture of Luz and Ricky together.
Oh, BTW, despite what one national figure says, Mexico IS NOT a "sugar hole" country filled with murderers, rapists, and drug dealers. It is a beautiful country, filled with wonderful people, and perfectly safe if you don't go into a back alley at 3 a.m. looking for drugs (usually sold by a visiting American) or a prostitute. Today for lunch, I think Momi and I will share a plate of "alambres" - thin sliced BBQ pork, diced bacon, mild chilis, and cheese - all wrapped in fresh off the grill tortillas for US$8. Oh, that is enough for us to share and take half of it home to share the left overs for dinner. The portions are huge! After lunch, decisions, decisions, lay around the pool (mid 80's temperature) or go bike riding on the beach. Every morning we walk with Ricky along the golf course for about three miles. The first half of the trip is uphill with beautiful views of the turquoise waters of the Sea of Cortez at the top and then back down to our casa. As I post this, I am looking out at the beach and water about 100 yards distant as I sit in my deck chair. Ricky is napping at my feet, stretched out on the cool tile floor. Our place near Cabo San Lucas is about as close to paradise as we'll ever get. And Ricky gives it two paws up, waaay up.