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This Smile Doesn’t Just Happen

AJI mentioned yesterday that I had to go to the dentist.

A lot of people think this just happens ===>>

Well…I assure you it doesn’t.

It takes A BUNCH of work. I have to get up every morning and brush-a-teef. I don’t mind that too¬† much. A little bit of a hassle…but…what are ya gonna do?

Then Mommy has to put some string in my mouth. And then I have to swish this horrible blue liquid around in my mouth…while we count to 30. 30!

And then we have to do it again later.

I guess it’s the price you pay for being a celebrity like me.

Still. Even with all that. I have to go visit my peeps at Life Smiles. I think Mommy calls them the dentist.

They are super cool. Everyone is really nice to me. They all know my name. And they do stuff for me that they don’t have to do for everyone else. On the account of my autism.

dr pAnd Dr P is funny…I guess (that’s him <<===)? Him and Daddy laugh the whole time I’m getting my teef done.

The lady who helps laughs at them. I don’t know if she thinks they’re funny. Or she just feels sorry for them.

I don’t laugh. It’s hardly a laughing matter.

Do you have any idea how long I have to sit there with my mouth open?

Although it is kinda funny when they put the squirt gun in my mouth. And then the little vacuum thing that sucks the water out.

Oh…and Dr P also got me in a magazine once. He wrote an article about working with autistic people like me. It was a good article. They messed up the picture though because Daddy and Dr P were in it.

I get that a lot. Everyone wants to take a picture with me.

Anyway.

Mom and Dad say it’s important that I go there so I can keep my teef cleaned. But that’s not the only reason they say I have to go.

See. Since I don’t really talk. I can’t tell Mommy and Daddy when something’s wrong.

I mean sure. I can point in my mouth or rub my cheek if I have a tooth ache. But I haven’t been able to come up with the words.

Sooooo. It makes it kinda tough to let ’em know what’s up. Mom does a good job of figuring it out. Dad…well…he just says rub some dirt on it.

Rub dirt on it? That’s ridiculous!

dentistLike I said. I don’t mind going to the dentist though. They’re nice. I get to wear some cool glasses. They have a TV I can watch.

Annnnnd they usually give me a present. I’m pretty sure they only do that for me.

Well I have to get back-to-werk. Lot’s of drawing. I need to do some pwinting. And I have to sing-a-song to Mommy’s phone so she can send it to one of my fans.

It never ends.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

These Are My Daawgs

So in my last couple posts here and here, I have mentioned JackJoey.

jackjoey3Many of my fans have asked…just who is JackJoey?

They’re my daawgs.

I think they are both…hold on.

WHAT!??! What do daawgs say??? Daddy…I’m kinda in the middle of…

FINE. Daawgs say woof woof woof.

Sorry…that was my Dad asking what daawgs say. I swear keeping that guy entertained is a full time job. Exhausting. <shaking my head>

Anyway…where was I?

jackOh yeah. JackJoey.

jackJoeyThere’s actually two of them. Jack is a Golden-Doodle (he’s over there ===>>) and Joey is a Golden Retriever (that’s her <<===).

But you hardly ever see them apart. EVER. Where one goes…the other goes too. Even in the picture of “her”…he’s hanging around.

Sooooo, it’s just easier to say JackJoey than separate their names.

Hey! I’m a man of few words.

I think they’re both pretty old. Maybe 12 and 11???? So in dog years that’s 11. Times. 7.

That makes them…let’s see…carry the 1…and…

…I dunno…old?

Mommy and Daddy say they probably won’t be around much longer. I’m not really sure what that means? Where are they gonna go?

They’re pretty good daawgs though. They bark and growl really mean when people walk by the house. Or when someone drops off a package…which reminds me…I should be getting a package today…I’ll have to keep an eye out.

Well…Jack barks and growls. Joey just stands there beside him wagging her tail. I think I’ve only heard her bark once or twice. Like me…she’s a girl of few words.

I’m not really sure what the barking is about. Maybe to sound tough? I guess???

Believe me. He’s not tough. One time…Dad took him on a run…he lost a toe.

Jack did…not Daddy. I think Dad looses marbles…at least that what Mommy says.

And another time. He was playing in the snow. And cut his foot. How do cut your foot…on the snow?

I guess he should only be allowed to run around in a pillow factory. Never mind. Bad idea. He’d probably choke on fev-fers they put in the pill-wos.

Anywho. Both of them are really good to me. They don’t bite me if I get mad and accidentally jackjoey2pull their tail. They let me pet them. They take the blame for eating all the cookies. They hang out under the kitchen table so I don’t have to clean up if I drop something.

And most importantly…they always love me and I always love them.

Although they don’t like getting their pictures taken like I do. This one was like corralling cats. But at least I got everyone to smile.

Ok. Well I have to go for now.

Daddy asked me to come along with him to run some errands this morning. Probably needs my advice on some real estate stuff???

And I have to go see the dentist (I’ll tell you about that later).

But now you know my daawgs JackJoey.

See ya ta-mah-wo.