Roxy is a dog of considerable resource. It says here in the notes I have on her, along with ‘4 years old’. I have no idea what it means, so you can imagine whatever you like. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s awesome.
Incidentally, my tooth is feeling better. And by ‘feeling better’ I mean ‘they pulled it out and threw it away.’ So yay, now I get to venture into the wonderful world of dental implants. I can hardly wait the ten days until my next appointment. Thank goodness for codeine.