GG's Trip to the Dentist

This is my Half & Half pose.

Okay. So. All my life, my Mom has taken me to the dentist about once every nine months or so. Every time the doctor looks in my mouth during a regular visit, my Mom says something like, "GG ... (that's me) ... doesn't like to have her teeth brushed." Or, "GG ... (me again) ... gets her teeth cleaned every nine months or so." Then the doctor always says something like, "Well, some dogs ... (I guess referring to me) ... just get more tartar than others."

Anyway, so, Mom whisked me off to the doctor one morning last week, before neither one of us were awake, and she left. What came next was pretty much a nightmare. First, they poked me with needles. I sure was glad when that was over. Can I go home now?

I waited in the kennel for what seemed like forever but I kept my eyes on the people in the white jackets and the other dogs. Finally, they came back to my kennel and laid me on the table. The next thing I knew, I was waking up and I could hear my Mom's voice in the next room. What I didn't realize right away was that there were three holes in my mouth where there used to be teeth and I was feeling a little loopy.

That first day, my mouth hurt a lot. When Mom cuddled me, I just cried and cried. That was because I knew that she loved me. Otherwise, I was a brave little girl. That night, I wish I had those teeth so that I could put them under my pillow and the Fairy Dog Mother would take my teeth and put a lot of money there. ... Oh never mind. What would I do with money?

So now, I have to learn how to eat with three holes in my mouth and twice a day, my Mom stuffs two pills down my throat. ... One of those pills really really tastes bad. I hope she doesn't do that much longer. ... Although, I must say, life is a little different when you feel loopy!