Snaggletooth

Woody lost all his bottom front teeth except for one lonely sad-assed tooth. He's been drooling, which I thought was from the surgery, but I think now it's because there is nothing to stop the drool from coming out. Also, the morning on our walk, I discovered that Woody can't keep the treats in his mouth. I gave him one and it rolled right back out because there was nothing there to stop it. So now I have to hold the treat in my cupped hand while Woody gets a grasp of the treat while covering my hand in slobber. Ah, the joys of pet ownership.

The funny thing is that Woody has always been Frank's dog. They have similar temperments and just gravitated toward each other. Well, Frank has lousy lower front teeth after 30 years of vibrating against the reed on his saxophone. The teeth have been bonded so they look good, but he could have gone the way of Woody without modern dental technology. So, I have only one snaggletooth boy instead of two.