So, I lost a tooth and broke a tooth and licked my stitches out and got the hole sewed back up. What's the big deal? Not like I did anything totally miraculous or nothin.
The pain pills work pretty good and so most of the time I'm just my normal Gomer-Pyle acting self. So, I lick the front of my mouth a lot. You would too if Dr. Nicole forgot to take the thread out when she was all done sewing. It feels really funny in there. First, there's no tooth where there used to be one. And the hole has thread sticking out. You'd lick it, too. Dogmom keeps tellin me not to... but I do anyways.
And, what's with this squirting-me-with-water-thing that seems to be a new routine after I eat. First, the woman feeds me mush and then she tries to squirt it all out. Geesh.
And, I still have to wear this goofy-looking mask all day. Randi came yesterday to take us for a walk and I really really like her now cuz she took it off and let me walk around and play without it. But, alas, when she was leaving, she strapped the dumb thing back on. I think she and dogmom are in cahoots.
Oh well... it seems like last time all this didn't last forever. I can't wait till she starts forgetting about it.