gummy bear
one of stratford's teeth.
to scale (depending on your screen size and resolution, of course)
my stoopid dawg attacked another staffordshire bull terrier in victoria park this morning.
stratford started it, the other dog didn't retaliate at all.
so somehow this injury was self inflicted.
immediately after the 'tussle' stratford turned around with blood pouring out his mouth and i had thought he'd bitten his own tongue but then he spat out a tooth in hollywood film style.
he didn't feel a thing.
and continued playing football with me and maximum just like before.
had to have a lunch sleep myself: think i'm fighting something off.
definately not firing on all (8) cylinders.
neither is maximum.
this afternoon we were all driving to the maritime museum in greenwich when he said, 'i don't think i can go to the museum'.
i turned around to say, 'why's that son?' to see him (and everything around him) covered in his sick.
'don't worry' said mrs.perou as i pulled over, 'we'll clean it up'.
'ur...there's some more' said maximum and he threw up again...and then again.
we are the walking wounded.
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