The best reason, of course, is to keep my teeth. But
once you get past that, there’s Spencer, my dentist’s dog.
He has the run of his genial master’s office. I
think you can see why. One look at those big, dark eyes, practically begging
for his Hollywood closeup, and how could you refuse him?
The patients don’t mind, either. I know I didn’t the
other day when he jumped into my lap, twice.
The only reason why my dentist and his assistant took him away was that we all
felt that both Spencer and I might toss around more than normal as I had a
crown inserted into my mouth.
Somehow, though, these and other procedures feel a
bit less painful with this affectionate pooch there to greet you at the office.
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