{"id":313,"date":"2005-11-30T16:27:27","date_gmt":"2005-12-01T01:27:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2005\/11\/30\/her-daddy-would-be-so-proud\/"},"modified":"2005-11-30T16:27:52","modified_gmt":"2005-12-01T01:27:52","slug":"her-daddy-would-be-so-proud","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2005\/11\/30\/her-daddy-would-be-so-proud\/","title":{"rendered":"Her daddy would be so proud&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today, today I was treated to a saranade, quite unintentional, by a Dentist. Yes. Granted, most of that is my fault, for having named the pup something that BEGS to be singsangsung all the time. In fact, I myself sing her full name, and then the &#8216;name game&#8217; to her every morning to wake her up.  Really, with a name such as JessiAnna &#8211; how could I not? It just begs to be drawn out&#8230; &#8220;jessiAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNna&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I digress. I was speaking of the Dentist. Yes. <\/p>\n<p>Dr. Ing! So named because not only is it part of his name, but he also possesses many many -ing things! This tool is whistle-ing, that one spray-ing, that one suck-ing, and of course, Dr. Ing hisself, talk-ing and sing-ing! It was a very -Ing Day! There were many other -ing things happening too. As you shall see. Because you know you care. You do. <\/p>\n<p>So! The pup had a dentist appointment this morning &#8211; the next to the last one for some corrective work, and then we&#8217;re done until she loses some teeth, finds some others, and we start the lovely orthadontal stages of her poor life. The pup has a very small mouth &#8211; loud! but small &#8211; and thus has very little room. So, where there was a tooth extracted, today we needed to put a cap on one to hold a spacer bar in place so she didn&#8217;t lose (anymore) spacing that&#8217;s waiting for a grown up tooth to come in. <\/p>\n<p>Oh man though. The Wobble-ing!  And the fall-ing!<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Ing is very good with kids, and talked her through everything, gave her a sedative, and laughing gas, and she didn&#8217;t even feel the novicaine and afterwards said that it didn&#8217;t hurt at all. The sedative, however, oh! the laughter as I watched her. She got all knock-kneed and relaxed and figgity and squirmy, then like a limp noodle. *L* When all was said and done, I had to practically carry her out &#8211; though she insisted she was walk-ing!<\/p>\n<p>She has a lovely fat lip, though, because she keeps tugging on it<br \/>\n&#8220;I CANT FEEL THIS!&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Yes, dear, I&#8217;m so proud. Now stoppit!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes are starting to clear, and she&#8217;s come back to the land of the live-ing, and sober. *L* But man &#8211; there for a bit? she was one seriously wasted pup. *g* and i spent the morning laugh-ing!<\/p>\n<p>And picture take-ing of course!<\/p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/68738136\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/15\/68738136_ec1ee2df52_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"11-30-05 Ready for Takeoff!\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/68738749\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/18\/68738749_8c0fedc600_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"I can't FEEL this!\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/68754026\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/34\/68754026_a6bef13e4a_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"fatlip\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/68738081\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/9\/68738081_153c97720f_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"11-30-05Pup_after\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/68737940\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/35\/68737940_0afe599638_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"11-30-05Pup2\" \/><\/a><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today, today I was treated to a saranade, quite unintentional, by a Dentist. Yes. Granted, most of that is my fault, for having named the pup something that BEGS to be singsangsung all the time. In fact, I myself sing her full name, and then the &#8216;name game&#8217; to her every morning to wake her [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-primaries-family"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=313"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/313\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}