Hillbilly Son

Hi G-Fans!

Tonight I would like to write about my hillbilly son.  The concierge said I couldn't and I shouldn't.  But, I can and I am.

You ask, "why are you calling him your hillbilly son?"

A picture is worth a thousand words, but let me share a few words before I give the picture up.

The concierge said that she wasn't so sure that the word "hillbilly" was pc 

(politically correct).  I say to her, I am a dog, what do I know from politics or correctness?

Then the concierge wanted to know how I heard about the word "hillbilly" 

and in what context.

I told her that I get around more than she realizes and that there is a whole world out there. Now that I know how to access the internet and on-demand tv there isn't anything I can't find out!  I wouldn't even have to know how to read to get information.  I can do YouTube videos.  (I actually do know how to read stuff, I learned watching shows for kids on tv).  But, this doesn't get any closer to why I am referring to my son as a hillbilly.....

So, I shall show you a picture.....

That HAS to hurt!!  He is luckily on the mend..... OUCH!

You ask, "Grace, what is that we are looking at?"  That is the same question the concierge asked the other night when Raphael got snotty with me when I just bumped into his soft toy he was holding in his mouth.  She looked in his mouth and thought she saw something, but wasn't sure.  Bad lighting and being after midnight, made it more challenging.  The concierge waited for everyone to relax, have bedtime cookies and settle down for the night, then she took a better look and saw what you see in the picture.  At first she couldn't quite understand what she was seeing. Then she realized that it was his tooth that had jammed into the soft tissue between his jawbone and lips.  Beneath the tooth was a hole where it had originally been housed.  It had probably been in its new location for a week.  There was an episode the week before where Raphael bumped his nose and it bled, but apparently some of that blood was his tooth coming out and somehow re-impaling itself in a new location.  It stayed undetected for about a week.  Then, the concierge, at 1:00 a.m., got forceps and tried to remove it  several times, but it didn't even wiggle!  Then she started to worry that if she actually got the pliers out and removed it there might be so much blood she would be at a loss to control it.  Since it had been there about a week already, another day wasn't going to make a huge difference.  So, Raphael was brought to the Vet and they had to try a couple of times to get it out.  It took two people holding him and special tooth tools, before it came out.  And the concierge said there was lots of blood.  Everyone was glad that the concierge waited, as there were stitches involved too.  So that's where the "hillbilly" son comes in.  Not only does he have a toothless grin, but he had the tooth removed and the suture put in WITHOUT any anesthesia.  He was a trooper.  The concierge told me that not only was she proud of how well he handled the event, but I would have been proud as well.  He didn't cry, wiggle, snarl, whimper, squirm or do anything to make the situation worse.  He also was wagging his tail immediately after the ordeal was over.  I thought I would include a picture of the tooth that was removed.  No one can understand how this possibly could happen.  It is a conundrum.  But his ENTIRE tooth came out and somehow it impaled him in its entirety.  A riddle.  An enigma.  We will never know, as 

Raphael doesn't even know.

Keep on smiling!

 Ciou for now!

-G

The unbelievably long tooth that came out and then relocated back in .....!  Yikes!