Conversations with Fudge – Fudge Goes to the Dentist

Me: Where do you think you’re going?

Fudge: What makes you think I’m going anywhere?

Me: You have that “Please release me, let me go” look on your face. Oh, and your tail wagging is a complete giveaway. So where are you going?

Fudge: To the dentist.

Me: What’s the matter with your teeth? You haven’t been eating sweets, have you? I never feed you sweets.

Fudge: No, it’s not dental caries.

Me: Well, what is it? Your gums are fine.

Fudge: What do you know? You just think you’re a doctor. And it isn’t my gums either.  I’m going to get my teeth straightened.

Me: What? What? You’re going to an orthodontist?

Fudge: Lots of dogs in the neighborhood are having their teeth straightened.

Me: This is total insanity.

Fudge: Well, I’m a millenial, aren’t I?

Me: Only in a manner of speaking.

Fudge: Well while I’m here on earth I want to take advantage of everything that modern technology can do to make me my best. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention. They’re throwing in a tooth whitening procedure.

Me: Well, I think it’s crazy.

Fudge: That’s only because you’re paying.

Me: I guess I am paying. Through the teeth.