My peeps can be so mean. I guess they think it’s harmless to call me “cute” names, and, let’s not forget how mad She gets when folks call me a skunk because of the white spot on my back – like a junkyard dog She gets – but, somehow, I don’t think “snaggletooth” is cute. Or funny.
Here I am stretching after a good long sit in the backyard and She calls me “snaggletooth.”
Somewhere in this 3-year-old blog of my nearly daily adventures is the story of some fence aggression I experienced a while back. And, uh, I broke one of my two front teeth. Then, it fell out. (They were such pretty teeth, too. My dogtor loved them so much, she’d move my flappin’ jowls aside every time I’d go see her just to take a gander at my pearly whites. All straight and pretty. Those were the good ‘ole days.)
To make matters worse, seems the black pigment in my lips is gettin’ kind a’ spotty. Hence, I must look like a “snaggletooth.”
Well, peeps, you need to keep in mind a SABER-TOOTHED TIGER the next time you call me that. Or I might just have to remind you….
What You Learned Today:
- I’m 7 years old.
- No spring chicken, but not an old man either. (I assure you of that.)
- Over the years, things happen.
- So I broke a tooth a couple of years ago.
- It fell out.
- Now my charming smile ain’t what it used to be.
- GET OVER IT.
- Hey, do your peeps call you names?