I realize that it's my dog's world, but unfortunately, this week, it's very much my oral surgeon's world.
Repeat after me: Floss is my friend. My boring, boring friend.
I'm fine, basically, just recovering from an extraction, which will lead, eventually, to my becoming about 1% bionic. I joked with my editor at Fetchdog that when I got my shiny new fake tooth installed (that's a few months away), I'd have Faith's picture engraved on it, like an old scrimshaw.
Perhaps this is the dog-related blockbuster business idea I have been looking for?
Anywho, it means that blogging will be light for a few days. I will be thinking of you while I drink a lot of liquids, although not through a straw--my oral surgeon tells me that the nano-robots now rebuilding my mouth wouldn't like it.
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