When I last left you on the edge of your seat, I was about to see Super Dentist to get something done about the lack of a front tooth. Only I could lose a tooth by eating pizza. After my dentist looked at the gaping hole, he had good news and bad news.
Regular readers of this column are familiar with our dogs who, until Riley the Wonder Dog, preferred to go by pseudonyms to protect their privacy. Snoopy was actually named Scooby, Steve was really Rascal, and our sweet girl Rose was really named Daisy. Four years ago, Scooby passed. Rascal followed a little over two […]