I used to think my Grandfather was crazy. Take a string. Tie it around the bad tooth. Tie the other end to a door handle.
Slam the door shut.
I'll be happy when this root canal shit is over with.
"Bang," she whispered to her old canine pal who slowly and majestically rolled onto his back, paws in the air, tongue hanging out playfully, tail gently wagging. "You're getting...