Dental Care – From Dog On It
Did a question come up yesterday about how I take care of my teeth, or the dentist? Or something? Here’s a little bit from Dog On It.
He went back to the desk, starting tapping again. “Anatoly Bulganin, projectionist in Las Vegas, happened to snap the picture of Madison that seemed to show she was free and on her own, just another teenage runaway. Happened to snap the picture that seemed to show – see where I’m going with this, Chet?”
What was the question? Seemed to show, blah blah blah. One thing about the so-called gift of so-called speech: too often it just went on and on. Besides, I already knew damn well Maddy wasn’t a runaway, had known practically from the get-go. Bernie, get on the stick.
Tap, tap, tap. “Why don’t we return to the question that came up with Albie Rose – who owns the Golden Palm Movie Palace?”
Oh, sure, and how about where they get their popcorn while we’re at it? Not a big fan of popcorn myself: mostly air, except for those unpopped kernels that get stuck between my teeth, sometimes for days. Even now I could feel a little something caught back there. When was my next appointment with the groomer? She always brushed my teeth, one of my favorite things in the whole world. I got my chew strip way back in my mouth, maneuvered it around, trying to get rid of whatever was bugging me.
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