I didn’t mean to… it was early, I hadn’t had breakfast and he stuck a gloppy impression thingy in my mouth and said something. I chomped down obediently. And then he yelled. I don’t think he said, “Bite”, when I think back. He did say some other things though. Under his breath. Oops.
By the end of the appointment 2 1/2 hours later, we parted friends. He still had his finger. I had my tooth.
Now I am thinking of what kind of peace offering I can bring him…. tune in tomorrow to see what I make him!