Poor little mala dog,
She’s gnawed on things so hard (think rocks and cement) that her baby teeth are worn down to cracked little nubs. So she has to have some teeth extracted next Tuesday. She’s not in pain and there’s no infection, thank goodness. Serious puppy training follows to deal with this inordinate chewing. All this at only 13 weeks old.
Strangely, when I was young all my baby teeth rotted because I went to sleep with bottles of apple juice. I guess I liked it and my mother didn’t know. So I ended up with a mouth full of metal before the age of three. Makes me wonder, is Penny Lane actually related to me?
I’m just hugely grateful that I have a vet I like and trust and that we bought the pet insurance. Pet insurance is a good thing!
What else is a good thing? Having a sense of humor.
It cracks me up that every time I write “worn down to cracked little nubs” on my iPhone the spellcheck corrects it so that it says “worn down to cracked little nuns.”
Cracked little nuns. That really gets me.
Thank God, Buddha, Allah, and everyone else for this (sometimes strange) sense of humor. It really helps.
This malady of Penny Lane’s is a superb reminder of impermanence, responsibility, compassion, and never-give-upness. That’s a real word, right?.
