“Then they gave me a loaf of bread and told me to walk through the forest and give some to anyone who asked. I did exactly what they told me, and the second beggar-woman was a fairy in disguise, but instead of saying that whenever I spoke, diamonds and roses would drop from my mouth, she said that since I was so kind, I would never have any problems with my teeth.”
“Really? Did it work?”
“Well, I haven’t had a toothache since I met her.”
“I’d much rather have good teeth than have diamonds and roses drop out of my mouth whenever I said something”
― Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons
So yesterday Bert got the bucket off his head. All his stitches are out and he’s healing nicely.
But this morning we’re back at the vet again. Harry has been drooling and noisily rearranging his mouth and looking miserable the last day or so – the cause; a broken back molar.
Off to the vet for surgery this morning. He’ll have the tooth out, poor puppy. No more chomping on the right side for him. 🙁