Teeth

My dad is insisting on brushing my teeth.  He always fools me by letting me lick the toothpaste off the brush.  He knows I like the taste of it, but then he starts with the brushing.  Brush, brush, brush.  I try moving me head around so he can't get in there, but...  It's really funny how he holds his lips away from his own teeth as he's brushing mine.  It makes me laugh, woof, woof.  I try and be good because I usually get a bone to eat after he's done.  Yummy.  I follow him around until he gives me one.  Yes, he finally is getting one for me!  Yea!