Fred went to the dentist the other day to get his teeth cleaned. I have no desire for a dog with bad breathe. He is almost five so it’s still early for all that. He isn’t a big licker thank god but still, I want him to have good breathe. So he went to get them cleaned and what a job they did. They look brand spanking new. Pearly whites! Now when he growls at people, he can at least look gorgeous doing it. He went to daycare the next day and I am pretty sure the other dogs stuck their nose up at him instead of in his butt because they thought he was entitled.
I want people to take care of their teeth. I think all people should brush twice a day, floss and go to the dentist twice a year. It’s just something to do. Not that Fred will go twice a year or anything. I’m talking humans here.
Now speaking of the dentist. All of this reminded me of the time when I lived in Baton Rouge and I had to find a new dentist. I think I just picked one out of the phonebook then. Yeah, I said phonebook. It was 1998! I remember going in and the dentist did my check-up and then says to me “ok you have a cavity and need a filling. how about gold?” And he was serious. I mean I make fun of the south a lot and I didn’t belong there by any means. But gold tooth? Are you kidding me? Did I look like someone who would want a gold tooth? I don’t think so!! I am not a pirate.I was so worried that he was going to give me one but he didn’t. Although a few years later it had to be removed because he did a half-ass job anyway.