I think the doggie orthodontist hates me. At the very least, he hates my people. Mario took me to the doggie dentist, and I broke my braces AGAIN. The vet had to replace them, and he said THIS IS THE LAST TIME. I am not supposed to have any toys at all, but my people give me soft toys because otherwise I will chew the cats. Mom thinks I broke my braces when I gnawed on the wooden molding in the kitchen, and, well, Mario could NOT tell the vet that. So, I got new braces (and Mom coated the molding with hot sauce). First, I skipped breakfast in the morning and did not have any water either. Then, I was sedated. When I awoke in the crate in the dentist's office, I had new braces. Ugh. I am a problem doggie.
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