I went to the Orthodogtist yesterday. First the nice technician lady took us on a tour and I got to see everything...even the operating room and the Orthodogtist's doggie that gets to go to work with him EVERYDAY! How cool is that? (I can't go with Mom to work cuz she works at a school and I'm kinda rambunctious). Everybody ooohed and ahhhed over me and told me how handsome I am. Then we went to the
They didn't think I was listening, but I have to have a bit of surgery. The Orthodogtist has to take out some of the stuffs inside the offending tooth, and then make it shorter so it doesn't hit my palate....I think they must mean plate...I really don't care if my teeth hit my plate, that's where the food is, but whatever! She hasn't said when this indignity will occur, so I'm off the leash for now. Keep your paws crossed for me. I don't think I like this idea, but I'm sure I can use it to my advantage in some way. Perhaps a few extra treats and cuddle time with the Peeps. That would work for me!
I hope you all have a safe and happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful my Mom cares so much that she wants to do what's right for me and my teeth. Oh...and for turkey! And maybe Braeden....
On my way to the Orthodogtist