I will no longer be updating Iron Guide (see below). Instead, I am now writing at my new, personal blog. Though that will be about some of the newer things I'm doing in life, if you want to see updates about Louie, Lester, and now Dusky, add me on Facebook -- there's enough ridiculously cute pictures to go around.

After Starbucks, Lester and I took a much-deserved (and much-needed) play-break. I haven't yet found his all-time favorite toy (like orange juice bottles for Louie), but he definitely likes a good game of tug. He might even like it a little too much.

Anyways, after Starbucks, Lester and I strolled back home for what was supposed to be a half-hour break. A few romps and a couple games of tug later, we were well past forty-five minutes. Ah, well, what can you do: Writing reviews for annual promotions, raises, etc.? Cute puppy? Even if I'd seen the time, you can imagine the mental balance tilting back and forth: cute puppy, or writing reviews, writing reviews, or playing with cute puppy? Playing with cute puppy. But, forty-five minutes in, I noticed a little red splotch on Lester's bed. Hm. That's odd. I didn't stop tugging but I gave Lester a quick once-over, saw that he was still in one piece and everything in its rightful place, and promptly forgot about it. That is, until a few minutes later, when I won that match of tug -- surprise, surprise -- and saw another couple red splotches on the toy. Blood. Crap.

We stopped playing right then and there. I checked him over again, palpating everything, quite thoroughly, and again found nothing. I checked his mouth. Still nothing. Figuring that if the tug toy had blood on it, he might have accidentally bitten his tongue or something, I got his towel and felt around with that in his mouth. Seeing that it did, I flipped him over, opened up his mouth and looked around. I looked for a whole minute and when I was just about to give up, I saw this.



A little hole where is front tooth used to be. Of all things! Of course, I didn't quite see so nice and clean a picture. Despite all the desensitization training we do, Lester isn't happy at all with people poking around in his mouth. (Let alone for a full sixty seconds.) Eventually, he did calm down and I was able to snap off that picture of his mouth. And, just for posterity, that picture of him looking rather grumpy.

It's a little early for him to be losing teeth. I think he'll have that toothless grin for awhile.

All in all, phew.

Labels: Lester, Louie

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