There are a lot of special occasions in a dog owner's life. Bringing home that new bundle of fur, saying "Sit!" and actually getting what you asked for, seeing the puppy go to the door and ask to be let out and learning his name. However, I must confess, for me, the day I have been looking forward to the most since Hawkeye came home, was when his puppy teeth would start to fall out.
Golden Retrievers, like most bird dogs, are well known to have soft mouths. It's what makes them great sporting dogs and wonderful family pets. Regrettably this does not hold true for Golden Retriever puppies. It's bad enough that Fang (as he is affectionately known to my arms) has a mouth full of sharp razor-edged teeth. Add to that as a retriever, they are more mouthy than most breeds because they are after all, retrievers.
We have a wonderful vet, Dr. Ronit Berdugo, who comes to the house. She was here two weeks ago to give Hawkeye his final set of shots and mentioned that, "His teeth should start falling out anytime." Hallelujah! Music to my ears.
So began my tooth watch. Every chance I got, I checked those teeth, which wasn't easy since so much of the time they were attached to my forearm, my shirt, the hem of my shorts, my toes or my hand. For fourteen days I have been hoping and praying that today would be the day those razors would start to disappear and the large rounded version would be popping up in his "soft mouth." To quote Key West treasure hunter Mel Fisher, "Today's the day!" We lost our first tooth!
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