Sir Rowland has to have his teeth examined.
Pray he does well.
He told me this morning, he hates the bright lights, and the crinkly chair. I told him to close his eyes and think about something nice.
Taking Sir Rowland to the Dentist reminds me of putting an eight legged cat in a bath tub.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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