Puppy jobs
Caroline has this thing about loose teeth. They totally squick her out and she’ll moan and complain about them, but refuses to pull them. When it gets to the point that they’re completely sideways and/or backwards in her mouth, I basically have to tie her up and pull the damned things.
Tonight was one of those nights. Two teachers from her school commented to Hub about how Caroline was grumbling about her tooth, so I coaxed her upstairs and pulled it out – minimum of fuss this time. Then I put the tooth on the kitchen counter and we headed out to dinner.
After we got home, one of the kids sat on a barstool and I heard something fall to the floor. Something little. No synapse fired in my brain to indicate that it might be a tooth. A little later, the puppy was under Hub’s table, apparently chewing on something. Hub couldn’t figure out what it was, and he said (and I quote), “Damn, dog, what the hell are you chewing on? Your own teeth?”
Guess whose teeth he was chewing on. Lucky for us, we found it and didn’t have to write a “Dog ate my homework” excuse for the Tooth Fairy.