Riley, my dog

That is, Riley, my dog.

In one of your many encouraging comments on the neurotic post below, Faye says I seem to have the power to lure you all back to read updates on my dog's tooth extraction. Which reminded me: I have an update on my dog's tooth extraction!

Doug brought Riley over to the vet on Wednesday so the vet tech could check his extraction site. I bet you know what happened. I bet you five bucks you can predict. But here's Doug's report anyway. And then you all have to send me five bucks. Because I will win this bet:

Your dog refused to open his mouth for the vet tech. I could tell we were going to have problems when we walked into the exam room and Riley immediately leaped up on the bench next to me and then tried to wedge himself behind me.

So, the vet tech encouraged us to try to get a peek at the right upper side to make sure there's no dark red patch where the tooth was removed. i bought a finger brush. Riley refuses to let me near his mouth, so we're starting out again by letting him lick the paste off a finger, something he is very cautious about.

Boscoe, meanwhile, made off like a bandit. He snared the sample dental chew that the vet tech gave us

Don't you just love how Riley is my dog whenever he misbehaves?

I got him to not bark at a very noisy truck this morning by cramming liver snacks in his mouth. It is impossible to bark and chew at the same time. Now, back to Hack.