“Mom, I tried to brush Penny's teeth.”
“What? Why? She's a dog.” She would say in her nonchalant and yet funnily articulate way, as if I did not know that my dog was a dog.
“She wouldn't let me do it though, she kept running away from the toothbrush as if it were a loaded gun. She even clawed at the bathroom door to escape.”
“Should I be worried about you, Rachey? Are you alright out there in the woods?”
“Yeah why?”
“You tried to brush your dog's teeth.”
“The vet said to.” Then we would laugh.
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