Gummy Yippie

Today Yippee had his first teeth cleaning at the ripe ol' age of 11, or maybe 12.... I've had him since 1998, so he could be as old as 14 or 15. But he's a great guy,


The Yipster -








It was only when I noticed an incredibly foul miasma emanating from somewhere around my knee region and only when Yippie was in the room, that I had my chopper epiphany.

What the bloody HELL is that virulent smell??? Ah, just the teeth falling out of my dog's head. Well, not that bad, or so I thought. Merrily we went off to see Dr. Bob who is a most wonderful vetty.

But one can hardly imagine my alarm when he called me mid day to announce that he had just yanked 13... yes 13, of my precious dog's teeth. He might as well as said that I was an evil, wicked, and abominable dog-mommy who was proceeding straight to twatty dog-mommy hell and would be having my teeth removed somewhere along the way.

So I got to spend the whole afternoon flagellating myself for my sick-o canine maternal skills. Testament to DrBob's vetting skills, he quickly reassured me that he had seen much worse and that the mighty Yipalonicus would be much more fine now, with many zippy years ahead.

Stay tuned for pics of Yippie sans denticulars (gotta let him sleep off the yummy sleepy drugs first.

God-Damn... oooph, what a fuckin' day!