I was feeling a little woozy, I gotta say. 
I didn’t really know how much that darned tooth hurt until I didn’t have it any more. Plus, the drugs they give you to go home on are pretty good. So I spent the afternoon drowsing & dreaming.
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Maezi actually didn’t bug me or pull my hair. That was a miracle. I went to the big bed & hung out there for some time, but for some reason, I just wanted a nest where I could see the happenings. I just didn’t want to have to do anything.
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I did think that I might chew on a bone later, but really, I had to wait. No sense overdoing it so soon. & I’m going to insist on a little help brushing my teeth – after all, it’s hard to hold the tooth brush, lacking opposable thumbs. I’d ask Maezi to help, but I suspect she’d just steal the brush…& anyway, she has other charms.
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So, the molar of the story is – brush your teeth every day…& snuggle with a good friend.
