February 11th 2012 3:03 am
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February is supposed to be a happy month for me. I, the prince of alpharetta, ceo of the finnicky skye (blankies extrodinnare), was born in February. So it is to be a month of celebration for all my peoples.
None of this stuff about "dental month". I hate to get my teeth brushed but mummy puts me through the torture. Not as often as I should I guess, but it is nuff for me. Plus I chew on my bullies. So, why did she go and take me to SKYE's vetman (of all people....SKYE's), lock me up in a cage, knock me out and take all my teeth out???? HUH. WHY??????
Well actually, it was only 3 bottom and one top tooth but that was bad enough. It was like ALL of them came out. Talk about being wonky when i got home. But I got me some good fud. Rice, chicken, chicken broth. yum.
Anyway back to them teeth...I knew one was loose on the top but who'd a thunk about them bottom three??? They was my baby teeth that never came out and then my big boy teeth could not come in and they got rotted. EWWWW. I wonder if that is why I felt a little poorly of late. I dont anymore. HMMMM. Maybe the mummy servant did do something good afterall. I just hope THAT was not my WOOFDAY PRESENT. I better get something good on the 21st.
But the bottom line to all youse furs out there. GIT THEM TEEF DONE CUZ YA NEVER KNOW. Just dont call me "toothless finn" or you will be sorry. BOL.
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