Random Esquire

As you may recall from our last update, Little Filthy returned from his check up with tartar. We began our new regime of tooth brushing on day one. Which, in retrospect, was not so bad compared to the days that followed. On day two, it became necessary to break the news to Little Filthy that the tooth brushing would now be a daily event.

Denial
“No, it isn’t that bad.”

Anger
“I don’t have tartar and you can’t brush my teeth!”

Bargaining
“Look, maybe we can strike a deal. Two treats, one tooth brushing.”

Depression
“Why me?”

Acceptance
“Bring on the peanut butter toothpaste. Whee!”