I had a rough week. I’ve had some problems with my teeth lately. One of my lower incisors fell out while I was playing fetch with Daddy a while ago. Mommy and Daddy said I looked like a prize fighter.
Daddy took me to the vet, though, and the vet said I needed to have teeth extracted. I wasn’t really sure what that meant, except that Daddy took me back to the vet and I was scared and hungry. Daddy why didn’t you feed me breakfast?! Anyway, something happened, and when I woke up, I was missing 10 teeth and not feeling so good. I made sure to let Mommy and Daddy know.
I’ve been recovering the past few days since then. It hasn’t been fun, but at least I’ve gotten to eat a lot of canned food. I can’t wait until I’m done healing and I can get back to normal. Woof!