31 March 2008

The Tooth. The Whole Tooth. And Nothing But The Tooth. And That's The Tooth!

Yesterday during lap number 53 around the condo (SOMEBODY loves to practice walking), Zora started gnawing on my hand and I felt something rough brush across my skin. Could it be? I swiped my finger along her gum. Yes! A wee gerbil tooth.


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