A few days ago Arrow and me were playing tug-o-war with a sock. Suddenly we saw a tooth on the rug. We stopped and stared at it. I didn’t think socks had teeth.
It was mine. My owner mom took me and the tooth to the vet. The vet said it broke off and that the rest of my teeth are fine and clean.
The vet gave it back to my mom and said I could put it under my pillow for the Tooth Fairy. My mom liked that idea and said, "Deefor can write about it in his blog." (Then the vet looked at her like she was crazy.)
But I liked the idea too. I put the tooth under my special pillow and went to sleep.
I think I heard something when I was falling asleep. Was it the Tooth Fairy?
In the morning, the tooth was gone and the Tooth Fairy had left me Arrow’s squeaky bird and a treat. Strange.