I had just finished my Mexican dinner and dessert and noticed that something was a little too hard to be part of fried icecream. My top right molar felt a little sharp. It's broken. Woah is me because I know I'll have to get my wisdom teeth pulled. Please share your wisdom teeth extraction experience.
This post will be a multi-task post. I'm waiting on the last load of laundry to dry so that I can promptly take the clothes out to prevent wrinkles.
Blah, blah - tooth. I'm done with that now. The last post was about my hair troubles. I re-tightened, re-installed, and fixed the crazy locks. The picture above is the before the repairs, the after looks just the same.
Ciara has been following me like a shadow. I believe it has a lot to do with her being crated a long time this week. Also, I've been trying to train her which includes being put in the bathroom when she paws at the shutters and barks. I guess she figures if she's right at my heels that she can't get into trouble. I stepped on her hands twice while carrying clothes. The other day she made me fall while I had company. The expression on her face read, "WTH, don't fall on me." I'm tempted to let her go back to barking up a storm, just to keep from injuring ourselves. Some days I really want to pawn her off on my parents. People always tell me that I'd be all to pieces if something was to happen to her. One day I got off of work early and she didn't come walking slowly down the steps. I freaked. I was hesitant to call her name. I thought the worse. Then, I figured she got closed into one of the rooms like a time before. I finally called her name and like a good dog, she slowly walked down the steps, stretched and yawned, and then greeted me at the door.