Number one on my weekend to-do list was "brush Charlie's teeth." Strangely enough, it was the last thing I did. I was not looking forward to it. Would she fight me tooth and nail? Would she try to run? I knew she wouldn't bite my finger because she knows better than that, but I didn't want this to be a battle.
Charlie sat there like a good little girl and licked off every speck of that toothpaste. That was actually the most difficult part - stopping her from licking the toothpaste.
She wouldn't open her mouth long enough for me to get inside to clean her teeth - so only the outside go any attention. But her breath is 100 times better than it was, so I guess it worked. We'll have to do this
daily weekly often to keep her breath smelling fresh and clean.
She was such a good girl that she earned herself a bone.
And two seconds later she was gone, never to be seen again.