Fritz

Fritz, the fiance, is teething. He was under the weather the other day which was unusual and I just happened to open his mouth and there are was another set of lower incisor teeth coming up next to his baby teeth. Pretty soon we won't have to yelp: "Ouch!" when he nibbles us. The second teeth are not as sharp. I combed out his fur the other day and he took it for a while in good humor to have all the matting yanked out. In the afternoon he has adjusted beautifully to the family rosary. Fritz on one side of me, New Jerusalem on the other side and Parsley at my feet. I am sure the Blessed Mother is pleased. Woof!