Oh my. After all of y’all’s thoughts about having my tooth
pulled removed (OUCH!) sooner rather than later, We’re thinking about biting the big one and just doing it. Why keep a cracked tooth? Won’t it just break off later? And cause more problems down the road? She’s got a cracked tooth, though, and it’s not going anywhere. Unless She’s just waiting for it to crack in two. I’ll have to ask Her about that…
And, listen, I have a confession to make. Since I did so well over the weekend, We decided to cancel my appointment this week to have it looked at. Guess that may have been premature, not to mention stupid. (If you’re just joining Us, you can read all about my latest escapade involving my teeth here.)
OK. I’ll keep you posted on that tooth thing. And thank you for caring. I really appreciate it. From the bottom of my frog dog feet.
Let’s move on.
Look what I got thru email yesterday? This cute picture:
This bunch ‘o Scotties lives in North Carolina. Uh…I’m not sure where. And We don’t know who this person is, but he sure can walk well can’t he? I couldn’t imagine being walked in a pack ‘o Scotties like that. Could you?
What You Learned Today:
- I had a run in with a fence and lost a tooth. And cracked another one. But wait…maybe that crack came along a long time ago. While I was gnawing on a big ‘ole cow toe or something? Who knows? I’m not in pain though. So We’ll figure out what to do.
- He has a friend who has a friend who has all those Scotties in the above picture. Thank you for sending it in! We love to share photos!
- And thank you, my friends, for caring about me.
- Ah me. What’s not to love about a Scottie?