Mom had to go to the dentist today. She let me sleep on the human bed and didn’t put me in my crate. I rewarded her for this behavior by not ruining anything, and just slept peacefully the whole time. Mom is learning! Woof! (tail wags)
I have no idea what a “root canal” is, but whatever the dentist did to Mom it must’ve been serious, because when she smiled at me, only half her face smiled. The other half lay there, all floppy-like. I kept looking at her, and she said something about “Novocanine”. It was weird. Then Mom tried to eat a sandwich, but her mouth didn’t work and half the sandwich ended up in her lap and, by extension, in my stomach. I love peanut butter! Mom gave up trying to drink some coffee, because she said she couldn’t feel her lip in the cup and it all dribbled down her chin anyway. She didn’t let me have the coffee, though.
If the dentist means a peanut butter sandwich for me, then I hope Mom goes to the dentist and sees the Novocanine every day!
Woof! Love, Maggie