Being the ripe old age of 21, I am at prime wisdom tooth time – I remember being told by my orthodontist that ‘these bad boys’ were going to give me hell – he wasn’t wrong. A war rages on between tooth and gum in my mouth and it has rendered me incapable of basically anything. My mouth is swollen shut, I’ve had to take 2 days off work and I still can’t eat the cupcake my mum bought me the other day. Life sucks at the moment!
But there are some pros to being el skinto and el ill-o (I mad that last one up),
you get to sit on the laptop and watch daytime TV, which is usually Jeremy Kyle (crap) or Cash in the Attic (not so crap). However, over these past two days it’s been Crufts and for once daytime TV was not so… Crap. For those who are unfamiliar with Crufts, it is the biggest dog event of the year. Held in March every year Crufts is host to fly ball championships, musical heel work, agility, bed of breed, best in show, Scuffs (best in show cross-breeds), the Crufts Factor and over 100 dog related stalls and educational workshops. For the dog lover it is Mecca. I’ve already told Jack we’re going next year!
On Monday I noticed something about Winston that I haven’t noticed before – he only has one ball. Well kind of, he has one big and very small, like a pea next to a baby potato. We took him to the vet and he couldn’t confirm that the ‘pea’ was a ball, so Winston is going to have to get them removed in-case the other one is hiding in his abdomen. Winston does not seem bothered in the slightest by this news, Jack, however, shudders at the mention of it – must be a guy thing. I on the other hand, am a little gutted that there is no absolutely no chance of having a father son duo in the house.
But oh well, that’s for another post.
<3 Laura & Winston