In other news...

I took Bryant in to take care of his dental stuff. He was unsure about the whole process. Here he is talking to the nurse about the 'happy mask' and what scent he wanted to smell (strawberries).

But once they got him laying down, he was PITIFUL! He just laid there with big crocodile tears running down his cheeks.

They didn't have to give him a shot, but the dentist told us that it almost got to him because he wasn't struggling... just crying big fat tears. My poor baby! I brought Silkie with us, just in case (Silkie only makes select special appearances these days), and it's a good thing. They said he clung to it like it was a life line!