Look out Mr. Bond

The henchman Jaws is back. Isn't he cute?

Today was the big day. Tristan got his metal crowns. I actually don't think they are all that obvious but that could just be a mother's love. His upper lip covers the top canines so unless he's got his lips pulled back the top ones won't be seen. And his big old GSD tongue covers a lot of the lower ones. A smile and a glint of sun though will make for an impressive display.

Here they are in all their glory - and there's another matching set.

I really like the veterinary dentist and know Tristan received great care. I like the office too. There's a red fire hydrant by the back door and, Tristan's favorite, a hand pumped water spigot in a cute little yard in back.

Tristan has to stay away from balls and any mouth work for several days so I took him to a different spot where I was sure he wouldn't find any balls. Wrong, the guy's a lean, mean, ball finding machine. He found three tennis balls all in one spot. Later we went back to the park and he found a baseball where again I was sure there were none. Poor thing wasn't too pleased though because as soon as he found a ball it disappeared.

Ball count: Found three tennis balls, one baseball.

The original Jaws