A Good Day at the Dentist?

As oxymoronic as that might seem, it’s true. I have been dreading this appointment for weeks, reliving all my past dentist office trauma. There are still a number of painful dental events still lurking in my past that I haven’t recorded here at Blue Speckled Pup for your entertainment (because I get the feeling you…

Misadventures in Dentistry, Part 2: Humiliation in the Chair

I would like to preface this entry by stating that my parents (bless them) have made a serious investment in my smile. ┬áMy mom used to drive me to Edmonton from our small town every six weeks to have my braces adjusted, regardless of the weather or the amount of shuffling she had to do…