my wee snaggle

dear diary,

crawling really isn't all it's cracked up to be. sure, now i am technically a free bird-- i could wander out the door at any moment and catch the 2:30 northbound greyhound. the problem with this humbling mobility is that my knees are raw and my wrists are constantly achy. also, the woman who takes care of me often forgets to sweep the floor, which results in the frequent digestion of thick black hairballs from the four-legged creature that i am tracking.

the people who look after me took me on a vacation to idaho last month. not only did i have extraordinary nausea on the seven hour car ride over, they left me in the backseat with no magazines, no sudoku. upon arrival, they put me in a "private pool" which, much to my dismay, was a tiny tupperware container with foam tubing around the edges. they continued to pretend like i was at the marriott, while i sat in the sad little tub with......plastic yogurt containers???

lastly, the most humiliating thing that i have had to face this past month has been the eruption of a sad little snaggle on my lower gum. the tooth sits like a beacon in my mouth and is laughed at on a daily basis. the woman who feeds me is constantly photographing it and documenting its growth. i am currently researching the possibilities of braces as it seems to be growing in slightly crooked. if i could find a dentist to install a clear brace, i might be able to change the course of this hideousness.

peace, love & snaggles,
indy, 8 months