My visit to the dentist was a success, if you call being drugged and having stuff stuck in your mouth a success. At least they didn't take out any of my beautiful chompers.
I'm home now, a bit groggy, but mostly myself. Let's face it, I'm not the most energetic pooch out there. I like to relax.
But Bridget and Jake said something about brushing my teeth in a few days. I think this is ridiculous. I doubt I will put up with such things. There better be treats, man, lots of treats.
In fact, I have a pretty good idea of what kind of treats I would like. Can I please please please please please have one of these? Or maybe three?
These are the rats that live at my Aunt Paula's house. Last time I stayed with Aunt Paula, she let me sleep in the same room with them because I was so obsessed. I am a focused dog. Focused. RATS!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
It's been a while.
All's well here. Tomorrow morning, I go to the dentist. I'm not thrilled about this. I just hope I don't come back sounding like this kid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs
Oh, if you're wondering about my twin here, that's just a painting of me. By a real painter. Yup. An oil painting. A portrait. Of me. I rule.